I wish I had her voice,
Then I could emote these feeling clearly enough,
To capture both your attention and your interest.
I wish I had his flow,
That once if only once could I be worth your adoration?
I wish I had her newness,
Or is it haplessness,
But then I am become my insecurities,
Or are they yours?
Bitchy or crazy?
Crazy or bitchy?
Jealous, Fucked up or defeated?
I wish I could see you,
When they aren’t watching.
Is there ever a moment when it isn’t your inclination to appear,
Interesting, intelligent, or superior?
Or is that all you are,
A facade of shit well handled?
I am naught in need of an idol to worship
Keep your noose,
And your favor.
Blessed evening and Goodnight.