The Child

So I stepped back, recollect, regret the shit I've said

But the words' been out, I guess I can't take them back

I was like a child, refused to wait for the soup to chill

Scalded his tongue so bad, two weeks and still he's ill

Subsequent meals, coupled with subsequent bills, now he's

Mentally ill from the medical pills that actually kills

The truth is concealed cause he will not reveal, he's

Bottlin' it like a contraceptive pill, he will distill

Pneumatic drills into the hard core truth, the literal

Imagined emotions in temples, thoughts hypothetical

Killed the sabbatical, there's nothing left but sentimental

Memories of yesterday carried away in opticals

Souls of nights cease, lone, a mistaken disease

In the cities of tall buildings, the cold air, the breeze

Contaminants I breathe, the same one that I sneeze

And that desire for a friendship I could not release

In retrospect the kid should have calmed down and respect

Choices of an individual, who was he to expect

Suspecting a doubt that only brought frustrations

Psychological state of mind that maybe spells limerence

Pitching a higher tolerance, building a balance

With scales of a sign that epitomize elegance

Cause if perfection was he, he'd be an embarassment

So he stabilized and composed archaeological remnants

In the initials of crap verse, two stanzas will immerse

Arguing shit, two by four, the last eight lines of this verse

Maybe rehearsed, with pens inversed you can call it adverse

So long an intersperse, hope that this may be reversed

Only method to salvage the broken intended recipient

Relating this to reactions of an 'angry man asian'

Repent or remorse, re-penned and reinforced

You know, if friendship ain't meant to be, it shouldn't be forced

Too late, haha

Traditional rhyme schemes, original rhymin'