There are things that I don’t understand.
Things never go as planned.
If you live and you learn do you get a second turn?
Concepts of tags and you are its.
Those are the things I don’t get.
Passive aggressive just because I’m never it.
How could I lose it when I never had it?
The glitter is my gold until rust taints, and something is in my sight.
Easily distracted by what looks nice assuming this is the life.
I have never been it.
That’s something I just don’t get.
Pictures painted of me as being the ugliest image ever seen.
That’s definitely not me I must intervene.
I mean I can be when fuels of my inner monsters and fears ignites.
Those are a few things I don’t get.
On bended knee exchanging emotions with me, and then there’s no emotions or honoring involved.
I don’t get it.
Clearly not the same, but it’s too familiar as if you are them, and them met you before.
I don’t get how am I the one.
That’s something I don’t get.
The one doesn’t exist it’s a matter of the right one.
Now that’s something I can get.-HonestlyFrank