We all have our weaknesses.
Like the ability to be sober,
and sure.
Still overflowing with honesty, true
mostly all misconstrued.

So I call and hang up
without the chance to answer.
No enthusiasm in the pitches
mostly met with sarcasm,
and I've grown to accept
that this isn't acceptable,
if you're grown.

Such a delicate defect
you've wished onto me
still nothing different,
and I wish it weren't so.
All moving inward, intestines knotting & live-hopes rotting
and lacking much room to grow.

Advertise yourself,
make your face read well
with minimal personal belongings
'cause nothin', not a thing is attractive
with baggage.
No collateral for damage.
Just make it all seem as if life is dream.