Nothing of you

fog, misplaced of blame.an found and identical name to blame, 
the use of this name was the chip placed on the table which is me 
,your gamble
It rolls into a sudden myth of an individual 
with words, 
of  once solid ground
,in the just,
become quicksand in demand
 they're  lies
shifted by a glance, 
a carefully timed silence.
You see the storm approaching,
but I am the one holding on
 it was you 
Putting me at  fault 
Now the sky darkened.

Every smooth interaction being build,
every promotion within reach,slips away
This  invisible wall,
The redirection of the 
now hangs by a thread of whispered doubt,
a seed you planted casually in fertile ears.

I function, yes, I show up,yes
the reports submitted,full of lies
Now,
 the calls stop coming.
PRESENTS OF ME
  yall dry up like a river in drought.
Why?
 SMUTTINING AND RUMORS
pore over my history,
searching for those  fuckers in these rooms with microphones and monitors,  tired of these abusing fucks,that's what you do( bitch)
It’s the stupid bitch withi uour self you dumb bitch ,the fuck is your stupid dumb ass malfucktion?your  missing context, the timeline slightly skewed,you dumb bitch
Can you reminisce of our relations ,not today
Things you tell people 
BITCH
“I never said ” you insist,
your eyes wide with genuine concern,
a perfect imitation  trying to be like,
Or wants to be like 
mutherfuckas
 I'm me,
Then ,over and over for a decade now
And I begin to doubt
  in my own mind 
Never had doubt of the oara  of me

Did I really present any ideas that way?

Was my presents really disrupting on yalls life of yesterday,
this accumilating shir yall talk turns to residue of your careful filtering?
The world seems to be different
 frequency for me now is took
a off-key note only I can hear and you take control 
painstakingly
crumbles
 the constant,  leaching of belief.
My colleagues look at me sideways,
of pity, a hint of caution ,
no 
They don’t need the full story,
Givzah  
iimpression you’ve skillfully crafted:
unstable, 
perhaps 
overly sense
waiting to happen to be revealdd
The life not logical,
is suddenly full of leaks of lies
I cannot trace.
I clean the floor, but the water keeps rising.
I check the locks, but the intruder is already inside,
wearing my own face, speaking my truth
back to a steady, unassuming that only serves to darken everything else.I walk into rooms where I used to belong,and the temperature drops three degrees.I present my evidence, clear and  not documented,and it dissolves into subjective greed You’re overthinking it again,” you say,
How can I be failing
 when I am doing everything right?
The answer floats just out of reach
,a reflection in water I can not cup.
I am the architect of my own
But the demolition,
Of the wreckage remaining, 
and the heavy, question
:Why does everyone else see the fire, 
but me 
  Your just being  
Perceptions  for a whole different person, 
looking at someone you respect and being treated as garbage, can't have anything
,Theirs nothing of you

rap, trap 808 bassline high hats soul