When I look at my reflection,
I get a slight detection,
That I might be headed in the wrong direction,
With the clock as my enemy,
And all these hypocrites that want to act so friendly,
I have started to realize,
The inevitable issues that will lead to my demise,
They all point to the small fractures,
That were made when I was manufactured,
My whole life has been misled,
And the true potential of my ideas misfed,
All my faith in humanity,
Will only end in tragedy,
And all the nonsense that I speak,
Keeps exposing that I am really weak,
And I will continue to build the trust,
That no matter what will incinerate and turn to dust,
And with all my imperfections and grudges,
I can not wait until I get the chance,
To meet the man who judges. |