You

It is beholden to me.

But you cannot see,

This life I live is an acid luxury.

Set apart by insecurity,

Wrath and impurity.

What it means to me,

Is nothing but a crescent moon.

That fell too soon.

A light that blacked out.

Before I learned to see without.

A setting sun cast in purple-grays.

Taunting me are all those yesterdays.

Finally when I can stand my ground,

It shakes and I move around.

Whipped back and forth, here to there.

You hear me screaming and you don't care.

You sing it to me in words so unbecoming.

Because I know to you it means nothing.

But you hope, to me, it means something.

And it does, it means everything.

And now you take it all away..

But it was a daunting escape anyway.

I fell through cracks and cut my bones.

I screamed out loud in those microphones.

I desecrated beauty to be so divine.

All to learn that you were never even mine.

I fight so rampantly.

And utter chaotically.

My vibe is an extremity.

And my ghost is an entity.

Because you never wanted to believe in me.