Feelings

My past created this Matt who claims he don't matter, say shit A passive statement of abjugation is affirmation But after weighing this saddle laden with bags of fake shit I have to say I'm a castaway and I act evasive I masking mayhem, the average face of a dapper patron I'm that ashamed of my habits, waiting for maturation A staggered pace, I'm a tad delayed to the adult game But half the way to past the breaking point's still cause for agitation My rapid aging exacerbated my rap engagement A mad arrangement of added phrases on tattered pages The pattern made was a sad display of a lack of patience I'm past the pain and I've had it, face it I'm bad and basic An aberration, clad in anxious exaggeration I'm apt to cave in, I'm acting crazed and I have to hate it I'm masturbating with aftershave and a pack of razors Unpack the blades and I slash a vein open, that's elation A fashion statement, emphatic case of a rabid patient I have to say that we're that insane and we have to take A massive vaccination for acting fake with a dash of ape shit Detached, I'm taking the path away from this savage wasteland Where half the pack of inhabitants have a trashy brain And Then the flaccid half of em lack a sack for ejaculation They're splashing gas on our masquerade with a match inflamed Chatting, macerating my shattered faith as they spat it tasteless It's like hashtag fuck my feelings I never get upset, offensive is appealing Because hashtag fuck my feelings No one shouldn't sugarcoat shit, get the real thing Hashtag fuck my feelings I said hashtag fuck my feelings Hashtag fuck my feelings Cuz when even real thoughts feel wrong, that's the real thing