Anti-Treasure Map

I’m scared of what I could manifest if I tried These after thoughts are traits, too defiant to ignore Am I reading the room, Or am I gaging to see who's worth pretending for? We're excruciatingly similar And that recent realization changes the meaning of my pointed fingers I'm not alone in this anymore But in all the worst ways Our future; a wandering math equation Our two sides of independence, represented by an obelus Conjoined by a death wish, mistaken for a promise I kept my friends close and my enemies closer And that's why you're still in my life I wrote all my secrets in sand at the edge of the shore Cause I refuse to show them twice I can see the jig is far from up, It's a new ballad of innocence every week But every sharp toned whine of immaturity, poked your fountain of youth and let it leak It's such a shame, a sardonic twist on such a sinful sham Could have led the fight and left the facade overruled You said “don't be fooled” But I already am Addicted, or the most dedicated I've ever been to something? These harsh summations are traits, too defiant to ignore Am I reading the room, Or am I gaging to see if anyone’s worth pretending for? And the jig is clearly far from up, It's a new ballad of victim complexes every week But every pointed self-projection poked your fountain of youth and let it leak It's such a shame, a sardonic twist on such a sinful sham Could have countered the leap of faith and left the injustice overruled She said “don't be fooled” But I already am