Mute

Its funny how the vibrations work,
Bass so loud,
I feel it in my bones.
But when the beat drops,
The music stops,
And all I hear is the sound of my thoughts,
Screaming at me,
Telling me I'm wrong,
That I've never been on top.
That they're using me,
Oblivious to what the eyes can see,
I speak quietly...
And then I raise my voice,
Desperate to be heard,
But the negative energy curves,
Knocking down my confidence,
Spiraling,
Down in the earth.
Shawty realized too late,
That all you ever need is yourself.
Integrity, strength, and large amounts of mental wealth.