I rather do feel uncomfortable when you are near me

I cannot abide by,

no, I cannot see

what the benefit of a group that collude like a disease maybe

Offended at the whim of a tongue

But baby you’re supposed to be oh so wilfully strong?

I can’t help but think,

I can’t help but feel,

the joke is on myself for your crooked ordeal

You must remember your problems are your own

and a support system is great for those who are alone

But when you espouse hate of the white male variety

I can’t help but laugh, you’re all okay with me

So cry behind your keyboard amidst a fake tan glow

To me your minds are mush, personalities of wet snow

Is it really all that you are,

a punchline in a push-up bra?

Your sexuality, your ideas and mind and personality should not coalesce so easily

but it’s startlingly apparent everything you’re all about is me me ME ME!

No one can see inside and no one lives within

You’ve ended your development when it was only ready to begin?

Have you not realised yet? life is little more than a process

And what you are is

superbly

and

supremely,

damn near limitless.