My Poetic Odyssey

 I feel like a target, they're shooting at me and I can't deflect Can't tell if they're right, do I act like I am truly perfect? It's a drop from a tower, can't summon the power to self-reflect And is it my conscience, or am I waiting for courage and will to resurrect? Call myself invictus, call myself bold But those are just stories that I wish could be told Running in circles, back to square one Laugh a few times and then go back again to run that's what it's like to be waging a war with no outcome and with myself till I wear out the mettle I have become and after all that I've stood through why's it this fall that cheats the faux truth and myself, why do I have to prove to others. And then I get upset, it feels like I'm being stripped of all I love Are they crowding on me, or is it insecurity that prods and shoves All of my clarity, assurance and verity into the muck And is it a reminder, for me that i’m truly nothing but Call myself invic...

 What are you waiting for? I'm not waiting, I was before. The light was taunting, and you ignored. A veil wrapped around me, I swum offshore. After a house of gold, why'd you still want more? Pardon, I think I confused glory with valour. And this illusion, it led you to a different door? Oblivion from my void, it tore. Do you prefer unknowing? do you deplore? I was comfortable, then novelty swept the floor. Can't say it was easy, yet as the curtains unfold, I can be sure, that the mist I abhor. Even now, my boat is strong but I can't move my oar. Hence I ask, still, what are you waiting for?

 Unconditional has so many conditions In the four walls of expectation Love is not in blood, or likeness of interest It's in commitment and trust Sometimes I feel devoid and then hit by asteroids with support And when I really need some love It feels like the walls are closing up in a fort like I don't deserve it but then I get too much and when I feel confident  and my esteem's bursting with purpose I bleed with frustration why am I so angry why does it hurt can't I have expectations running isn't helping I need to make it work when it really counts i'm frozen,  forget how to speak drowning, confusion, can't translate how I feel sometimes I roam, find myself alone and then amidst a cyclone, in mess and fear it's all so intense, even to me I seem dense the cosmos surely, is playing offense,  nothing's ever clear explaining myself isn't easy so please don't make me I don't know much about me don't understand my feelings need some rest ...

 I got the lead, in my life play But when I start to act, i just get swayed Want to take control, run the show on my own But I’m the understudy, not in charge of my lines or me  Naive newcomer, gonna take some practice But how can you judge me just by my leather jacket Do I like a threat to you, well yes I may be, but It’s not my dominance just your sorry excuse of personality They shift the focus like i don't deserve it Begging for attention, that’s what they’ll say But I’m sorry, you just don’t get that I am not your sidekick All round is deception, yes I’m aware But sometimes I like to pretend that every smile’s not a snare That after all the games, they still have a conscience What’s left of humanity, the very scrap of assurance I can’t help but feel weak when I realise How armed with darkness my opposition resides It’s beyond my believing, the world is ending But maybe to start all over With a clear beautiful world Till the conception arrives, that being heard means going...