A kite conflict
Stimulation to get out of my sleeping bag
Getting through the day, begging, facing people
It's the hardest thing to do
You think I don't like me, but doc, I don't like you
I can't control those feelings
Any idea how hard that is?
Once awake my fist hits
Harder, stronger than a hammer
The hunger, thirst are
Like the copper taste of blood on my lips
I don't care about the damage
Why should I feel sorry?
All I'm saying is, I'm not perfect, man
They did it, triggered my angry gen
Expected a unique story?
I don't apologize for who I am
You say I could be free
A man of prestige
Can't you see
That's who I already am?
I do as I like
You can't change me
Replant an old tree
with roots so deep
What is it with you people?
You really think you need to help me?
I warn you: Do not insert your fingers
Or you'll end up in minced meat
You keep rambling on Jake, I said
Calm down, why fight if there's no need
Deep down you know it
It's not more than a kite conflict
Take a deep breath, enjoy your meal
The shower is over there, this is your bed
There's no need to face the group yet
Let that fighting-gen of yours relax
Greetings from the 6th floor
1-12-2023
The photo was taken by me.
This poignant and raw expression delves into the struggles of self-acceptance and the defiance against societal expectations. The vivid imagery of the speaker's intense emotions, likened to a hammer and the copper taste of blood, highlights the internal battles faced daily. The refusal to conform, acknowledgment of imperfection, and a warning against interference showcase a powerful narrative of resilience. The closing lines offer a glimpse of understanding, urging the speaker to find solace, emphasizing the temporary nature of their inner conflict.