To become something more

Than a misleading game

Is uninquisitive in every word,

Irrevocably insensitive to your nature,

Not "normal" for your self esteem.

But as intriguing as you believe you are

It's nothing more than pity

That has your audience gasping for return.

If you ever want some real advice

I'd suggest a slot in universal time

Where you can take a moment to view the world

From a new perspective.

Believe, dear, that this is no plea,

Not recognition for your tragedies,

But rather an unsophisticated memoir

Of your hopes and dreams,

Pounding through the night like wolves

On the prowl to save themselves

From the winter cold envisioned in their blood.

Their ancestry leads them home

As will your truths...

So follow them there.

Lacee Kae <33