"Choice words."

Everyone wants to say something.

But when you around they never say anything.

You start to realize the lies told every day, the true placement of their hearts ain't pointed your way.

They could care less.

The actions so fake you just want to take your fist and raise it and forget all sense of peace you was raised with.

But that never occurs, yet their lies all blend and blur like an old man’s eyes or a young man when he's high.

You just, sit and observe.

You stay fit and you yearn for their acceptance and to finally mean something.

You want the act to end; it's like a very bad movie. You watch them laugh WITH you in your face, then laugh AT you when you leave.

And you don't know, at what point they switched.

All you know - they're on some childishness.

The rumors spread like germs.

Everyone is slimy like worms, slithering snakes.

Thoughts wondering "how'd it get to this?" How did they get so fake?

the feeling lurks in the atmosphere,

It'll be awkward now if they read this. They tried to ruin my credibility.

But they can't dampen my character. I keep my peace; I keep my sanity, and use these choice words to get some clarity.