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We're okay, okay?
God is awesome
I must-must pray 
I am - should I say this? - handsome
I have low self-esteem issues 
Nothing new...listening to my muses of blues
Without having any clues...
That I'm in the similar shoes of what's his name? Oh Poe...good news...
gods are terrib.s
I see...baby cribs
Filled with avarice snakes
Anyways, who wants Jack 'n the Box shakes?
Are you of Satan? God?
Born to live life in another light
A light that is not of night...alright?
He loves all.
Just stand tall.
You did listen to His call. After all...
Is...said and done...wooptidoo you had to fall
Cuz you never cared about me 
In the first place...what a delightful pity
You made me feel, well, rather shitty
It's sad that I've lost words to speak to you at this moment of the devouring of the regretti at the dinner table 
Don't put a damn label on me...I know I'm unstable and unable to manage my emotions at times of anger due to the fact that the truth was taken as a mere fable.
Anger ripped me in shreds
You are a thousand puffed-up breads
Don't be a wimp, you creep
Are you like the Devil in the deep?

I'm sorry...
Things didn't come into play as planned
Truth hurts...
Your words and actions should be illegal and banned.
For.
Good.
Evilness is not acceptable
So, therefore, I'm rejected - a molded Lunchable 
Yeah...I said it.
I throw a fit. 
Kiss my grits of my rage
And every bit of it, wild animal in the cage

Your potty mouth doesn't make it all that better
I wrote you a letter.
I hope you read it...you don't deserve my hugs
It bugs me to say this, but I'm leaving your side...I was, after all, your dusty rugs

I got kinda...sincerely...outta hand...where did my airplane of thought land? 
In the dumps of my existence
It's none of my business...
Is it? Is it not? You're dense...
And I, this miserable mess.

I can write
With self-control and patience
With my might
Is it of significance? Relevance?

I can write freely now...what now?
Without a single shame somehow
I snicker at my intimidating remarks
I guess my words hurt worse than my barks

You pervert my mind of perfectionless pride
Do you prefer my looks or my personality?
Take a ride into my bipolar stages of life...or hide away and seek your pleasures beyond others' measures, for you don't scare me 
Oops, I lieda little inside...you did scare me back then, but now you don't anymore...so run along and subside from my side! 

Enslaved...engrained in engaging wars of wretched sheepishness
Be brave and behave...

I drowned in lullabies
I gave in to his lies...
Sorry, God, forgive me...
That is not all I ask in this prayer of me-we-you (unselfish) plea
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