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Im staring at the world and it glares at me back,

Im trying to think about my future as my past fades to black.

What's in store for me- More heart ache and let down,

Another 20 years of people noticing my potential, but being stuck where Im at now.

Still...It's hard to complain because I know it could be worse,

But I always seem to go down memory lane and throw things in reverse.

I rewind to the hurt- Start reliving the dirt,

Shit doesn't make sense- But what makes sense doesn't always work.

So I perform my own rendition of reverse psychology,

Recite words that follow me- I'm an open book for all to see.

But for yall to see- You're eyes would have to be faulty.

Because 20/20 vision would expose my flaws,

Which would cause you to judge me- Or judge what you saw.

I'm far from being perfect- So I construct my words with patience,

I re-think all of my thoughts- And dig through my mental basement.

I re-open my healed lacerations- In an effort to really capture the feeling,

Because when you read this-I need you to really feel what Im feeling.

I don't need you to vibe with- Because a vibe can be interrupted,

I need you to see eye to eye with me- Because an eye is where the trust is.

Look in to my eyes and you will see into my past,

And if you're anything like me- It'll be like looking in mirrored glass.

But I fear it won't last- So now I'm back to square one,

Back to my trust issues- Even though I don't feel I have one.

Yea, I'm back to that- Imagine this redudant cycle,

I had to create an alter ego- Cuz sometimes I'm just tired of being Michael.