SCRIBBLING SOME SATRIES IN SOLITUDE

1)You feed on flattery 

While I peel myself for the perspectives

It ain't our only difference

But the disgust seems evident

2) Working down the cultures of civilizational change

I was sipping the shots of my creative liquidity

You know you would find me always 

In the skies of unconditional content consumption strangling with my boots

On the high heels of mistakably quoting the most evident truths

As I always aspire to do, for which I always require some blues. 

3) I am filled with a type of rage that seems so inconsistent with my lineage,

That it make me feel like committing the generational genocide of being genius in my prototype, 

I have created a legacy of not faltering on anything or academics,  

Which at time make me numb my brain to unabsorb and question , that "was  I born, created or beated up to do this? "

4) I have the honour of intimidating so many people in my lifetime, 

That I have lost the count as of now , 

To how many of them I have been genuine to, 

And to how many of them  I have been  adamant to, 

Sometimes they make me buy the idea, 

That I am the bully , 

Profoundly, I am confident in my blood, 

As I am courageous enough to be myself, 

even when they come up to me and question me, 

About how I could be so upfront ? 

The quest in this question is very deprived of the essence, 

Because i would rather die if I am not allowed to be, 

Silent or Straight from my shoulders (atleast).