when we yak with our friends
and obnoxious vibes are embryonic.
yet, we don’t want them to feel dejected
we say it’s ok!
we stand quite, bearing their sight
when we know the path we're traversing
leads to more worries and doubts
we say, “Nah it’s ok!
when someone requests
for unattainable favor
and we are left nothing
other than to be indulgent
we say again, of course
'tis going to be ok.
all the self-conscious we are
as we stand before our cliques
trying to outstrip the blockages
yet all the more we are in wreckage
we only got ourselves to blame
for saying things that we don’t mean
for showing them apt to be caught pretenses
we shove ourselves to a niche unsuited to us
then after a while, after a long gibberish effort
we’re still down in the dumps
with the usual ego
that’s just trailing behind
all the facades and pretenses
the shadow that we have
it's always our choice