A long lost deception

If I had one more eye I'd be a Cyclops then maybe I could see the elapsing time.

If I had one more tongue I'd be a pangolin then maybe I could actually express a rhyme.

If I was a dinosaur I'd be a t-Rex with arms the size of people's slander.

If I was an animal I'd be a fish with a voice louder than a war commander.

but I

I have, confined critical conversation to digitally enable voices with programmed pencils.

I have, unfairly dismissed those afflicted then attempted a perfect circle without a stencil.

I have, willingly isolated the common voices so I could rest in comfort with a shoeless misconception.

I have pressured my veins into pressuring me into a long lost deception.

and if

If you, tell me the glass is half full I will laugh and say it is empty. If you, offer me bread when my skeletal form is glowing I will refuse. If you, take me hand and try to guide me through the clouds, I will chop that shit off and fall face first to the ground.

I just

I wish I could write more poems. My desirable anxiousness really has a lot to say, but my anxiety screams fuck your thoughts and forces my fingers to rest another day.