I think these thoughts and its like
consuming.
Why do I feel so alone?
But I am adored by all.
The beauty isn't real though,
you were talking about baggage.
The notion that lingers in my mind - I think I'm better
I'm a better lover
Better at understanding, relating.
But the baggage.
Is that the baggage?
The self-esteem that is not full & complete
but full of self notions that dissolve without attention:
can't be in my own company,
listen to me own song.
Am I really that dope?
I hope.
