Are these expectations slaughtering me?
Am I the one who cared about people ,
As they are my fantasy?
They make me believe I ain’t good enough,
I sense I’m deserted from them, like a sea.
Deep brine colour incredible allure,
I leap in it as I find it enchants me,
when I see it from the window of my car.
I’m the sunshine who wants the sky and its rainbow,
Even when I’m the creator I don’t want to let go.
Of beloved kin, I’m a soul unloved by many,
And the one who loves being bounded by my likelihood,
Intents are my failure as it’s a myth, they don’t follow.