Your still a moist malleable girl woman
They’ve repeatedly inferred your philosophical babble to be pointless and meaningless and childish
So you reconfigured your mind and lips to speak of rainbows and sunshine
Pleasing all is impossible, whims and chimes and all
Now the words are spoken what, what is this surface?
Attempt to communicate that this wasn’t you that you are on a tight rope
one extreme to the next
But that the deeper one goes the more each gains
I’m a mirror. If you’re cool with me, I’m cool with you, and the exchange starts. What you see is what you reflect. If you don’t like what you see, then you’ve done something. If I’m standoffish, that’s because you are.