My fear is to not live but to still be alive.
I guess if that is the case I would rather die.
There may be a God, but also may not.
If he were there would he really be one to just sit around and plot?
I am not sure I believe.
I have been through to much shit to just sit back, wait, and see.
I want to live while I can, and not have to depend on Man.
I am part of Man, and it is apart of me.
Even though to some people, I am to damn invisible to even see.
I have tried hard to be good, and hard to be free.
Honestly, I am so damn tired of not really being me.
Tired of being a slave to anyone who needs something done.I
f I gave into them all, I would hate to see what i would become.
I am too tired to be happy now.
All I feel able to do is sit back and put back on my fake ass smile.
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Thoughts
PoetryMy sister, her friends, and I spit rhymes sometimes. These are some of mine.