Don’t Be So Sure


They say I'm too serious, like always furious.
Even my dearest says my connection with anger is the clearest.
Strangers, don't get near this.

I care about the world, not of myself
you care only of yourself not of the world.

Funny, it makes me look worse than you...

Unkept, ungrounded, underslept, dumbfounded, in debt, and run around it, no respect and dont give much care about it.

You simpletons on your little fence stuck in the middle since before the riddle begins, with the Devils sins and conceptual ends.
No wonder I've gone on criminal stints and need medicinal links...

humans dont make sense, and do unforgivable things!

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