Category : Poems

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When im writing i feel like im fighting defending my self so i have more time before my ending holding on to my pencil my multipurpose utensil that slices and deices my boredom and helps me find the best reason in my mind to be steady instead of topsy turvy for i worry i won't make it to the top i never really had an option i wasn't given a chance to prove how strong i can stand to show how much i know and how much pain I have been through all of the burdens and pressur I've unsteadily held on to at such a young age it shouldn't be this way but see i have no say so on the matter the more i try to prevent the situation the more gets stacked on my platter i wonder if someone such as the likes of me even matters because signs show other wise i might not be smart and wise and im sures hell not all knowing i don't even know where my life is going but its hard to keep growing when people keep mowing me down like grass on the ground of a wealthy neighborhood i mean my landlord doesn't even keep up with my lawn that good no its not like im living in the hood but i have been before so im appreciative for what I've got but i don't want to see my life fall apart again on the spot as the weather gets hot my blood boils and my mind is fried im swaying side to side with no one by my side i wonder why i didnt do anything wrong so why is there anything wrong with me why is wrong all i see for miles and miles starting under my feet i begin to feel weak but i have no room to weep that sad secret i must keep so instead a smile spreads across my face from cheek to cheek knowing i will have to hide for a while no number i know to dile to talk out my pain for a while just pencil and paper and the mind of an adult who is really just a child and has a long way to go before the end of this wild ride