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 surpa**ed 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 cla** 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