Party of 1
Mental vibration
Ricochet off my patience.
Teasing
weaknesses,
minimizing my
statements.
Confined
to the meekness,
Isn’t weakness.
Just Falls under the lines
of abatement.
Blatant humiliation
burns hotter than
the eyes of your Satan.
Im sayin
not immune to the influence
of my own delusions.
I make mistake,
Overthink,
often
jump conclusions
Alcohol driven hallucinations
Demand inclusion.
I’m not afraid,
I let them in.
keeps the party groovin.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2021
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