“It's been a
long, hard, tough two months
Been at home, doing not so much
Stopped putting up with things like shii talk.
Just had a drink,
Took an evening walk.

Met some new people,
Just a while ago.
Thought this time would go just fine.
But there's a smudge.
And the story goes as such,

I came back to my comfort zone.
Called up a home girl,
She said "told you so."
She paused for moment,
Said "hold up bish"

"Let's get some coffee
Get back your monopoly."

Coffee mug, books and a bag of chips
It's all I've been hanging by
Or called dibs.
Didn't wanna be a burden
so I didn't talk.
Not once. Kept it locked.

When the fog lifted up
All the mess was cleared
Then the hate,
And dislike,
And the dirt was smeared.
Still I won't whine much.
Up on my feet, I got me geared.

Comments and suggestions
Some calls helped me
Friended the ones, should've never ever seen.
Should've stayed off touch
Because the story,
Was as such,

So, the drama started with a small mistake
Made up a game
Turns out, what a shame
Cause I lit the cigar
And let it burn me out.
No, it's not a highschool drama,
It's just people.
And loads of flout.

I got a text and a call
Prolly more than one.
Ruined my mood for a whole good month.
Lived in a box.
Crushing chocolate wrappers
Same thing again,
"Hey! Hello, there, scammers!"

Made me a hater
But since I'm not one
Kept myself on the run.
You can sit back and talk shii
Stopped giving it an ear.
On the brink. I won't bear.

When the day of confrontation comes
Had a bit of a fear.
But then it all,
turned orange.
"That's strange..."

And then?
Then,

Grey was a colour of manipulation.

Pink and yellow were huge regrets.
R

ed was the good one in the whole population.
Then I finally realised
it's such a dret.
So, just let them brag.

But it's all fine now.
I have a few more people.
Can talk to them and I don't regret.
Made mistakes in past,
can put up a bet.
Thanks to the cast,
All played out.
And It's all good at last.”

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[13 Feb 2020; 4:30 pm]