The strength of self stimulatory struggle

 The strength of the self stimulatory struggle 

The size of the slave,

The cure of the coil.

The time to fail,

Or the moment to rejoice.

The hardwork that you put,

The fractious frustration you go through,

You toil the treason,

For proving your rectafying reason.

The world is tendentious,

Where roots are indented.

 the winner just relax,

and the failure just perplex.

But you are the apothesis,

Who is musky in the illumination waiting to shine.

The thunderous grail of god,

Ready to be divine, smile on the face, internally you sob.

You are 'OK', and enough,

You are happy through, tough and rough.

You don't want love,

You love the chase,

You are ready to put all the hardwork that could put other's in disgrace.

You are contradiction in the conformist society,

They are the assholes of parity.

You are the calibre of centralisation,

Dauntless still vivid through the obsession.

You strip every thing you believe,

A true human ,but they're ready to deceive.

You are isolated in your struggle,

They're isolated even in their burial.

You are ready to sacrifice your whole life,

For that goal, you want to thrive.

They perceive you were cavil,

And you Prattle and gribble.

Cause they know you are perilous,

Superintellectual development who is creatively serious.

They act like baffoons,

Making faces to get attention,

But who care? You don't?

Yes affcourse they do,

You are already aware.

The traps they put are blotted in the timid,

The more improbable you become , simply shows your captivation.

They are woes , who lack vitamin,

Intellectually deficit seeking  encherishment in your own creation.

Dumb, immatured, imposter,

Crabby , mawkish , nettle,

They are.

Simply they want to upgrade themselves ,

And go that far.

Umph! But they never comprehend, 

That sacrifices work not compromises

 Struggle work, not stigma.

Attention work, not arousal,

Just like you work, not they.

They fail to acknowledge every thing you do,

Even the mishap works in there head.

You devise the plan and,

Gear to accelerate through 

And you already know,

The competitors are dead.

They complete with you,

And you complete with none.

They wanna be like you,

And you wanna simply get a little better done.

 

The calculated scores and changed tone of the voice,

The politeness is fake of the funeral of foil.

The demon is big, and the human is small,

Just because ripples transform lives and Chaos never survive for long...

Again, they read everything you write,

They're obsessed , finding it hard to survive.

Consuming your creativity to get praise,

Like they think you would rise above to rage and appraise.

Oh, you don't care to speak to carousel,

You are insonciant and credulous, 

They're pompous and pride, 

summoning the terrible vibe.

Its like one said,I beleive I get the highest IQ scores,

Even without calculating the frauds like not sitting and giving the tests.

But saying I have done my best.

What they think?

They are cool and superior,

But what they are?

They are crooked and inferior.

Wholes and snags in minds,

gazes and stares hard to find.

Planning to break you to thrive,

But lemme give them my bestest advice.

Work; Lunatics,

"Time is precious,

Create your history"

Don't play the role of ,

rascals in the rumination of my mistery...

Its like I'm the main character,

Where your story revolves.

You want to rise above me,

Believing that would make all your problem to solve.

Be relevant, rather than jockers.

Be listerners rather than mockers.

Be human, rather than vain,

Use your pretty dumb little mind, oh sorry I forgot you are insane.

Lol, is all to describe you,

Envy, is all you do.

Drama, is what you love,

Chaos, is sometimes, you could never give up.

Let me shower some claps and applauses,

On all the endeavour you put to entertain us.

It has been almost 2 years,

But your petty little head is still unrepaired.

Go- seek the doctor,

Before pursuing psychology.

Oh , I forgot,

You are your own enemy.

Wasting energy on me,

Getting nothing to see.

Being trivial to non existent,

Being fabrication of gratuitous resistant.

Ok? The prodigious pestilent, try again,

May next time I would fall before you.

Because that gives you happiness,

And releive your strain.

Ohk?ohk? Don't deprive yourself,

Lemme praise you again.

You got all the trophies and audience,

For being the most humoungously , hampering, hazardous of every drain.

Leeza