shake 'em off

I coughed up my heart long ago.
The rest will surely follow.
And it has.
I’m walking inside out, without a doubt, through the streets of envy and disdain. Internal to the external, all exposed, walking through the pain. I’ll keep these strides forward, holding tight to who I am, ignoring society’s habitual attempt to cram discouraging words through my pores that bleed confidence. They think their mal diction is deadly and dense, but I will walk through that haunted valley and redefine intense. Now, I’m not stone cold, and I have my soft spots, but I’m rather apathetic to those who throw rocks. What do violence and hate solve beyond inflating their own cocks? I prefer to lay low and let irrelevant shit dissolve. Things that happen today will stay that way, and only time can artificially take it away. So, I’ll sit here and wait it out, watching you crazies run around and shout of all the problems that’ll be buried in time. In the mean while, I’ll keep talking in bad rhyme.