Designated Doodler

I sit and wait For my future to break For them to tell me that I've made a mistake And I wonder How much longer it will take For them to realize that I'm a creator Just a poser here Not an analyst, but An innovator and a catalyst And from analysis I've deduced that I don't belong Behind a desk So lonely and monotonous It drains my spark My youthfulness I'm the furthest thing from an analyst I'm a creative And if I don't create I might explode If I don't draw I might implode If I lack human interaction It's shut down mode Because there's too many words Built up in me It's too hard to store them up along With all of the ideas inside of me Trapped behind a mouth tight shut I don't know what to do Or where I belong So I wrote this for you Or because of you Or because at some point I was you And you are me Training to be where I am Working towards the point Of knowing that what you've worked for Isn't where you want to be How long do y...

You say what you want to, Take what you want to, Pull affection in , And break it when you want to. A master of masks In each disguise you bask The hot breath collects Beneath smooth plastic And sweet words wind and fall like a hymn From lips so caustic. You bend and twist those around you, Those who've found you. You mold every interaction Exactly how you wish Until it resembles a reality That feeds your satisfaction But if I press where it's bruised, If I twist where you turn, Using words like mace, Pushing you to lose, throwing fuel on the flames where it already burns, Through the light of heated fire... I can see into your naked face No bullshit crafted from fine plastic Just a rich and pungent fury That belies your nature, so drastic That to watch you for too long is purely tragic