antisocial extrovert-

Finding me

There are two reasons
why I'm never around
One of which true love
can never rebound
I say a prayer
Asking God to let voices be heard
Rather sooner than later

Desperation for a mother and only a memory of a father.
We're so consumed in monitoring the pathways of one another.
As if we pump life into each other
By paddling electrical bikes
But when doubt strikes
Trust me I don't give it attention
Because I know that it
Would be my greatest redemption
I think I know the worlds mode
Of operation
But instead I am aware of worthless variations

My name is Victim
And I work my way around
Living in past speculations
My second name is fear
So I tell people my future instead of my past
It makes me forget that people opinions are...
So vast...
I'm fighting
A hidden battle
I solve it with isolation
And constant over thinking

I'm just disappointed...I'm disappointed in my path
It's as if I step into a room
Just so that people can laugh
And maybe
Maybe that is why I hide my face Maybe that is why I never come
first place

Its about time I started Focusing on myself And I am going to start from the core, that seems to be the most important aspect that most people ignore
I've made a vow to not be tided up
Because enough is enough
I am going to rerun a race
And I don't care if I don't come first place
Because I'm unique, it takes time to figure out 'me'