Waste of to be

Waste of to be

Cloudy by illusionary kindness

Life is very pixeled

The square doesn’t fit in the self-centered shape circle

Breath the heart works

Everyone was supposed to be hush hush

It really doesn’t matter, a kind of words of really oh please

Played like the next app

A fool is always the hack and sack for others enjoyment

The fool also wishes the best for knowing unwanted to be around wastes souls

With lines of if, and should off

While pixels paint the real picture

Kindness of friendship, a saying for a human door mat

Waste of a mirror reflection

Down in the pits inside while keeping others from the dive

Doing a dance of what is it for only to be forgotten again and again

Hands reach to be pushed away even helped to put down further at times

All laugh and keep the false words handy

In this world

Waste of to be