This self-sabotaging attitude that presents itself after the fact
Like some world-renowned concept bursting through the cracks
I tried to swallow it completely, forcing it down my throat
But my very core tells me to regurgitate this so-called growth
I acted as any docile person would
Denying visceral urges shrouded good
Uncertainty, my hamartia
Pretention, my own Siberia
Stuck in the dividing line
Straddling between the tables where I could dine
Universally believed to leave you unscathed
Opinions often left breathed
Followed the pied piper
More or less stung by a viper
Seeing myself like Esther trapped in a bell jar
Thinking and accepting myself bizzare
I follow
I wallow
I borrow
I harrow
I’ve experienced them all
Searching for answers in a telling hall
Who am I to claim I know better?
Like some connoisseur becoming a setter
I decided to cave
Believing there’s a reason why they rave
But as time would tell me, it’s only numbness that I took
When would I let myself off the hook?