never was about you

 eyes on you

all over you

like a fucking spotlight 

as if you were a superstar

being famous

or just sitten somewhere in the universe

you are not that kind of significance

higher and brighter than anyone else

take this crown

it does not belong to your vulcaine head

this is only your belief 

what you need is treatment

to see that the world 

does not rotate around you

and the people that breathes with you

does not have to handle your high insecurities

masked as shots of an addictive adrenaline

and obsessive demonstrations of ego

together in,

theatrical ignorances,

cold hearted words and so much more

so used to be what surrounds you, for it’s easier to fit in

kissing the feet from who has a higher position

never passing unnoticed

the delicate watering part of yours lies

somewhere inside without hydration

where you do not even suspect

open your eyes

spill the lies in them

or carry on like a puppet

that learned badly to manipulate

and do it so forcedly well

step into the earth you are not so familiar

even though lacking

these became just my thoughts about you

because you never listened 

and I went to my edge to try to show what is so clearly

I guess you are so used to abuse of your and others energy

you just does not realize anymore

oh dear, the day you perceive

that none of that was never about you

as your chaotic state, and change

then maybe you can foresee a hopeful improvement