I am a man made up of dreams and aspirations.
Searching for my own version of heaven as I develop some sort of infatuation.
Infatuated with the thought of being at peace with oneself.
To replenish myself of good vibes until I forgive myself.
For all the pain I've cost, and for my enemies entering my temple.
I wish to love who's in the mirror, but it's not that simple.
I am a man filled with broken promises and regret.
I don't ask for much, but for the ones I love to neglect or forget.
That I love them, and I hope they love me.
I refuse to let myself down because I yearn to be free.
I'm misunderstood as a man that is simply sad.
A crippling dagger in my back drains my energy that I once had.
Judge me if you wish, but I'm emotional and alone.
I yearn for someone to look beyond my flesh, and see that I can't hold on.
I am a man with depression and a heart of gold.
My soul is broken, but it shall never be sold.
~Ladarius Brown
