There is too much hate in the world.
Everyone wants to be loved. It’s human nature. We are conditioned into blindly following popular persuasion; through listening to the “right” music, wearing the “right” clothes, being seen …

Do you like the things you do
Do you like who you’ve become
Can you take the things you hear
Are you always gonna run
Are you strong enough to stand
Are you confident to say
I make my own decisions
I live my …

In the flow of the words from the pain that is me, I conditioned my heart to never be free
From the looks all around to the whispers they hide, I shelter myself from the grief, from …

She looks like a woman tired.
She looks like you and me
and her and her and her.
She looks like she has rolled her eyes at the same
dumb, hairy, male questions
about what “fucking” means to her
over and …