We R Ok

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