The Esoteric Clique “me”

Was or kinda still is in search of who he could be and why he would be that

And that search as restless, relentless, and endless as it may be

It’s precious….to me

To me because It’s hard

A picture frame that’s nailed slanted because it has no support on the other end

Or should I say no persistent friend

As my unaccommodating attitude comes

That list of support is condensed

But what do I care, I don’t need anyone at all, just myself, and my family,

Or so I thought.

But it was a pain that showered me when my little sister told me

Without support there’s no balance

 When she cried to me

To be rude to the world was irrelevant

When she pleaded to me

To realize that I was guilty

That guilt is what has changed me

And it’s funny to talk about change because that action was never in my range

To me it’s strange

Strange because how could I make myself go through distress just to accommodate

Or regret who or what I have not impressed.

Your impression of me stems out of your own regression

And you see it as an infection

Every affect you take on you try to infect others

And it will spread; when it spread to me it entered through my ears with no fear,

Traveling through my brain until it absorbed into my conscience.

Your infection affected me more than you and caused anger to get the best of me

So….I made a clique consisting of nobody but me…..in hopes of letting my anger free

But now I’ll include you…..why?

Because peace wherever you are I’m going to pursue you.

And we’ll see how I come out to be….maybe you will leave

And this Esoteric Clique will just consist of “me.”