Devil In Your Face

An old poem from long ago

I stand here devil with my middle finger in your face
Step back this is my space
I stand here watching you circle my priorities
Waiting for me to fail infront my authorities
My mind scatters with all your conformities
You mist your way around thinking no one can see you whisper words of demise waiting until my mind cries
I’m about to break
I feel I’m losing it
Pressure is adding up
I think I’m falling down
I feel I’m losing it
You hover in and out
I feel you pushing now
Closer to the edge and looking
I standing here devil
IM STANDING RIGHT HERE
with my priorities
They stand there
Stones I am anchored too that won’t let me take a step to fall
All your fractions in my mind they will solve
All your whispers in my mind they will resolve
I’m standing right here devil
With my middle finger in your face
Step back
This is my space