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
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