when you let your soul become bare
And you allow yourself to be shown for your true self
Not this facade you show
Your personality pierces and daggers
As it’s so obvious at how fakery has manipulated you into a being
You may have a mouth to speak
But what snakes out of it
Slithering and hissing is nothing disgust
marinating into between your tongue of lies
and laying in the throat which curdles up hatred
when you have two parents rather then one,
Somehow in one way or another
all is better for them than I
An advantage
And I do not despise them
Neither envy
But I admire at the way life is planned out for them
While my sufferering of my loss eats mine
And neither will allow you to take pity on me
or my intentions would even collate to that
But while you smile at your dinner tables
I perish at mine
While you create visions of a future
We
I kiss your soul out of your lips
And you become clear
So I magnify.