Liked But Might Bite

What I say in my art, may not be how I feel in my heart, many times it's my head venting, my rhymes can be mind bending, but I hope not hurtful or damaging, wish my pain from grief was vanishing, or at least waning, I don't find being a hot mess entertaining, I genuinely wanna help, but can't change the cards dealt, I need to retrain my focus, gotta give up my belief in fairytale love/hocus pocus, that's child's play, it sucks being gay, cuz it seems we are exempt, from being happy successful and content, which I know takes hard work, but getting nowhere convinces me I'm inherently cursed, all bark or might bite, it's unhealthy how much I need to be liked, can't buy love or luck, so I guess I'm probably just fucked and that sucks!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

3/13/25