Mantra

Please stop trying to impress people who don't care about you

I repeat as a mantra

I've known this wicked waltzer all too long

It's the cycle I'm stuck on

And I'm trying to be better, but I fall at every hurdle

Please stop trying to find comfort in these sociopaths

Their beauty is exclusively on the surface

As they pull you side to side

With all their drugs and who's who stories

And fill that empty space from being a child

Or something like that

Straddle these rusted wheels and pedal through the gridlock

On this dry summer evening

Turn my phone off, I'm not receiving anything or anyone

Just the sound of the empty caverns in my skull

Self-loathing will be culled

If I rise above this lull