(I’m really unsure of this one, it’s work in progress, so please give honest feedback and edits if you want to, thanks) 

&amp;#x200B;

Why do you make it so fucking difficult?  

Sitting way up their, perched high on the summits throne.  

You reign supreme solely by tradition.  

By habit and trickery. 

 

It’s nothing more and I know that.   

But the skeleton key to my knowing lies in your grey hands.   

Grey hands that cloud my vision with malice.   

&amp;#x200B;

Whoa.  

My sight has been robbed by own mind.   

Well, fuuuuuuuck you.  

&amp;#x200B;

And my ears too!  

Why do you cloak my ears with your hateful grey hands?   

If traumatizing me into a cowering corner is the goal,  

Congratulations!  

You win again.  

I skulk away never getting to hear the kind things the others say.  

&amp;#x200B;

Wonderfully unique.  

Weird. 

&amp;#x200B;

Possessing pure kindness.    

Intense.

&amp;#x200B;

Lovingly Generous.   

Show off. 

&amp;#x200B;

Independent Thinker.  

Awkward.

&amp;#x200B;

I’m a hard one to love am I? Am I?!  

But why do you have to say it so much?

An exhausting teeter-totter ride that never ends; a battle of who controls who.

We’re all one body you know! 

&amp;#x200B;

When I placate you, you just become empowered.  

Your pull surpasses my understanding.  

&amp;#x200B;

At least my gut whispers truths in unison with your lies and my heart is aware of things you have no explanation for, motherfucker.