The Fabric of Your Perfect Tense

belief in self, I suppose I needed to grow.

These walls bleed words

That I am slowly finding I just can’t speak

They got lost in the contradictions

Of living in their truth or just embracing their own deceit

 

But I do know what I can make of these words

And shape them into my own belief

They can be oh so much more

Than just a poor attempt at getting others to lead

 

These walls didn’t bleed words

I realized by now that they mean so much more to me

They were empowerment

At getting me to leave

 

We cannot succumb to what all the others want

We just cannot turn our backs and respect what we never had

We cannot succumb to what  all the others want

We just cannot turn our backs and respect what we never had

We cannot succumb to what all the others want

We just cannot turn our backs and respect what we never had..