gotta learn to leave well enough alone

so i guess im back at it again, open chances are nothing more then targeted attacks beneath the skin, so i listen, i judge, i bend and i budge, but still no change, so its safe to say, internally im still the same, i guess it remains the same, so im guess im cryptic, but should i meet a mind organized, ill show my side of gifted, traces show here and there, but for all its worth, im a loner mostly, so i dont care, or as they say or as it seems, its nothing but a facade. to be honest,. its not the real me, the real could less for pity or pain, for the awkward or whats strange. but for the killer of pain, so i search for truth among God's beauty, really and truly, there more to my glare then seeing booty, but i guess some will never really know, so for that breeze i seek, i follow where the wind blows, such a bittersweet tone, i guess i gotta learn when to leave well enough alone.