The way you can see,
through my coat of armor.
I shield my jaded heart from the obvious jesters,
broken-hearted it leaves me vulnerable to backstabbers.
This people pleasing shit is getting hazy,
Like my grandpa used to say – “I’m gonna pack up one day and leave this place.”
I would rather be surrounded by truth talkers than smooth walkers,
just give it to me straight and let me choose the direction.
When you can spot a pattern from miles away,
you tend to believe the actions taken before the words spoken.
My teenage rage can move mountains,
too bad they are usually ant hills.
One day I will find my peace,
see the light of the newest era.
Where I am the queen of my domain,
making my own decisions.
That’s the day I know I will beg,
for simple days and nights surrounded by a cheap fix.
The days and nights that haunt me even now,
disappear into the bigger picture.
Adulthood that always seems right around the corner.
written by Just Rant Already
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