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Destined to be a failed success...a successed fail...yes, I made up a bizarre name with a matching term to success...I'm clutter butter (margarine) when I should be the finest quality of butter when I utter words of advice and acknowledgement from on high or from down below...I'm a sinful person and I make mistakes all the time - forgive me, Lord of Accord..be my shelter, my abode...I'm under your roof and the universe is my Liberty...forevermore till the day I pass away - I pray that I will live a more relevant, pleasant life from now on...I don't wanna be teased for who I am and who I am to become - don't smirk and jeer at me...don't scoff at me or don't quarrel with me with your devouring fire-tongue...don't hurt me in all aspects of life as a whole! Don't say a word that breaks my bones and don't make fun of me or else...you'll reap what you sow, especially when you're alone with the payback of solitude's sham shame...I climb the rope of hope on so many levels, getting swarms of angels and Devils backfiring at me for the wrongs I've done in the past and the close-to present alike...cornered by guilt, but I should forgive myself just as my Father has...hm, something to think about when my mind and you start to tease me again and again and again...I won't let you bother me, I'll ignore the ignorant words you utter and keep 3 things in mind: I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure!!! Beat that! Who's laughing now? Don't take this as a joke like you do somehow...someday, I'll prove to you that I'm a hero with a heart of steel and titaniumb...don't spit me out like flavorless gum, for I love you despite your spiteful, playful, childish, joking quirks...I can rant all day about you, but I will end it here as I shed my last-goodbye tear..mirror my pain and be my Essence of Effulgence...you're the fiber of my existence - you knit me with faithful, special care...at least you're learning to appreciate my gifted flair and my share! Care to share? I'm a dream, wearing the disguise of a nightmare and you're the nightmare. Period. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing in other absurd words...and that's not all, but I won't cover it...bounce me like a basketball and throw me to the wall...what about you answer my call? Don't you even care about me at all? Do what I say or I'm going astray...drifting away, hopelessly caught up in a cray-cray, sun-drenched day...wishing you were here with me because without you, I'm nothing...I need and want you!!
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