Kinfolk.

My Feelings' , They've To Be Suppressed.

My Woes' , Who Knows?

My Demons' They're To Be Subdued.

Feeling Like A Dump,

Who The Hell Gave A Darn.

Conditioned Never To Fail.

Fer You, My Upmost Respects.

My Disappointments,

I Tried,

Turning A Nonchalant Eye.

Long As I Don't Feed,

Thinking They'll Never Have To Return.

I Don't Speak Up,

Cux I No Longer Bothered.

The Best I Ever Was,

I'm Supposed To Lose Myself,

In The Midst Of Pride, Ego, And Repression.

My Smiles,

Have Been Exchanged,

Fer You'r Satisfaction.

Whatever I Did,

Was Never -Enough.

I Just Was'nt  -Enough.

I Begin To Just' Shut Down In Front Of You.

Words ; Were "Created" In A Form Of Intent,

That Could Love & Loath,

Make Or Break,

Hurt Or So0oth.

You Don't Realise The The Lines Between Those Definations.

Hence I Indefinately Refuse To,

Speak Much,

What More Disccuss?

I NO Longer Saw A Need,

To Discussions Of You'r Flawed Mentality.

I Don't See A NEED,

In A Discussion To Your Speckled Imitation.

Am I Supposed To Praise You?

Made Me Feel Lousy,

Made A Bigger Impact On Accumulating Emptiness,

Bet You'll Feel Great!

I'm Not Pissed.

I'm Pissed Fer Being Dissed.

Giving Up Was The Best Though Solution.

Least I No Longer Had To Mourn My Solitude.

*Shake It Off*