I’m used to saying things
And having people hear them differently
Most times it hurt my feelings
That I can’t communicate effectively
Just because of the others’ reasonings
Coming hard at me repulsively
I want to show that my intentions are good
And give back in any way to the hood
But it turns on me every damn time
They can be sweet but choose to be sour like lime
They’re feeding me their toxicity like food
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.
Surgy Ganzallo jr.