Lonely Inna' False Reality

I tend to find the farthest seat in a

restaurant whenever I decide to eat out

Either no one wants to sit with me,

or I have no desire to sit with them

At the gathering, I’m clueless

to everyone’s conversations

I keep my head away from the Kool-Aid

Netflix, sports, horrendous music

Baseless opinions about celebrities

they don’t know personally

Sex, drugs, violence and related nonsense

I don’t have any care in the world about

Yeah, so…

That part about me fitting in…

It’s not that I am alone

It’s that I am alone

and so many things such

as worthlessness,

spiritual awakenings and

suicidal thoughts

I cannot talk to anyone about

cuz’ I only go to counseling

once every couple of weeks

Cuz’ I will clash with

those I know if I bothered

saying anything

Cuz’ someone out there

is waiting for me to

say something wild just

to smack me with a label

I don’t know who is

who or what is what

My eyes are deceiving me

I feel like my train of thought is sitting

somewhere in the lost and found

Smoked my lungs out, now I ain’t

built for that kind of fun anymore

Liquor is a devil in a bottle

Why the did I watch porn again,

had no business doin’ dat’

I don’t know who is

who or what is what

Each poem I write, I feel like I’m

regurgitating the same contexts

F**k society, f**k elitists

Chelsey being phony this,

Chelsey being phony that

She is

Depression, misery

Same thing, they’re both alike

Kean is tough to adjust to this,

Kean is tough to adjust to that

Anger, humiliation

Ready to claim my life, I oughta’

spray up an entire park before I do

Music is all I got, writing is all I got

savage writer this, savage writer that

What does Trpy Shvt have to

do with any of it?

Quit books, quit poetry

My family f**ked up in the head this,

my family f**ked up in the head that

Gangstalking, surveillance

Losing tons of followers this,

losing tons of followers that

You can’t blame me too much

because this is how I really feel

You can’t blame me too much

because I shifted it all onto myself

Shouldn’t I be kinder to Khali?

Well, he should be

Well, you should be

I hope passing onto the next

dimension isn’t this torturin’