Judging You

And there was the youth, the age, the reflection; Because all to one is two- the success of my happiness, and the pitfalls of the others. I don't wish for misery, but I'm inclined to pass toward the end. Snoozing as underdog, my nail beds burning through my rotting scalp, cheer me on, cheer us on. Your wrinkles will tell cruelty pleasures, Your eyes will carve out light wrists locked back, head bowed. There is no hiding in plain sight.