Zwish

RADICAL INDIVIDUALIST

Death by beauty is the game we play
Why cant I be striking, do I have to be plain
A comfort in my skin and there’s still complaints
Loosen my wrists from your restraints

MY CONFLICTS venom grows so strong, a lethal dose of pain
MY CONFLICTS fatal flawlessness, leaves a taste of fatal shame
MY CONFLICT poisons my minds sight, of a mind I never knew
MY CONFLICT leaves the skin left raw, and tries to conflict you

Rules and regulations in society
It’s not one path or the other- don’t you see
I’m still fair and I still need to be
Beautiful, wont you let me?

Eye catching portrait, seen through only one door
Androgynous struggle right through to the core
Confliction in my mind, sounds like scorn
I’ve never seen a soul so ripped and torn