Sorry for all the times I was fake deep; relentless bathing in pretentiousness
No vacationing, but on a trip is where my rent done went
My priorities have came and went
Hierarchy of thoughts surpassed with whims of debauchery
The things important are out of order
Powdered nose in a bathroom stall gave my head a clouded aura

I'm skipping class just to avoid the caste system
Confidence untouchable, I'm on a bar like Clair Huxtable
A clumsy poet, stumbling through words listening to Decatur
I dropped acid and had a conversation with my creator;
Journeyed through my insecurities alongside my accomplishments
My entire life was laid in front of me
Unraveled my consciousness and spoke me back into existence
I am small and vulnerable

I called you and you illustrated your love through photos and kind words
This feels heaven-sent
I stayed on the phone and softly whispered "I love you" as you tossed in your sleep

I'm a fly in the great span of time; I exist on a scale of endless multiplicity, offering only my own mortality
Problems are so trivial: crying over late night spilt cereal
The stars exist sitting across an unfathomable distance
As I marvel with my naked eye in the late night sky

I have trouble formulating consistency
Writing in the margins of a topic unrelated to what I had mentioned previously
The cocoon of depression: the blankets lying on the bed that I rest in
I don't always like to fake positivity
The exhaustions that I've found myself lost in, weaving a façade
I am happier than I was
I express myself softly with strong words
I shout my insecurities until I am proud to carry their weight