All around me are sharp tongues that threaten to shred my soul
I’ve spoken their names too long not to know that
If Alpha breathes down Beta’s neck the wrong way
then it becomes a war of Greek alphabet with all
the ferocity of Troy and it’s fall.
I change subjects to siphon smiles and laughs from battered beings.
Yet, I feign the two more than anyone knows.
Meanwhile, I’m on that jump off the roof, believing I can fly, R. Kelly type shit.
Sometimes I do want to sprout wings to escape the the harsh noise.
Fussing and fighting must be a genetic frailties.
I can’t wait for growth and mutations to a possibly provide a change in mentality.
In the meantime, I’ll talk up the happiness of others
while continuing to walk down upon my own on cumbersome