Removal process

 Glittered out

As mine

To never be removed 

Only to the next 

Item

Is it true

I am unreal

Just a token of

Being spoken for

By I knew you

We’re coming for me

Somehow

Never actually ready

For the deep

Dive of

How low is too low

Not being formed

Into the same ole

Let me see

Then if I’m lucky

I can leave without

A mark on me

Only to feel like

Why can’t I stay

A way

Looking out for myselfs

Devilish

Ways of

Being

I told you to

Lay their

Without a sound

Cause I’m tired 

Of whoopin your ass

For some stuff I

Told you not

To do before.

It’s for your own good.

I hate this as much as it hurts you

To learn sooner or later

You will

And maybe the lash

Won’t be worth the tears

Filling up my face.

Called systematic living

Let’s break the chain

And recognize another

Way

To get points across.

Like this finger saying

No you didnt.