Proof that I cannot contain myself
Ready to be the best I can possibly be
Inwardly indulging my sense of me
Deceased are the times of any self-doubt
Evolving – I’m growing inside and out.
Everything I have still isn’t good enough
Never before have I needed your needs more
Virtue poised, egos woken from its dream
You’re the reason envy’s left me seeing green
Here today where you live
Alienating me from me,
To much hate directed to
Each and every one of you
Longing for something almost void of love
Undeniably we all crave for lust
Sickly and suited for all to practice
Trusting, entwined with spite and malice
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