G.E.E.K

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I am a G.E.E.K:
A Goofy, Extravagant, Eventful, King....Because even some events still manage to find me. I've been hiding the violence inside me so I'm suicidal at times.
A hustlers' mindset reflected off me gambling online. I been playing for keeps since there was Xbox live.
But still I don't vibe with as many people because all my achievements seem unequal
So I play tetris with text messages where my words never seem to fit in.
So a goofy is what they call him, simply because I'm no good with a scale or bag.
Bad at talking to women when I cannot relax.
Shit even with just making friends each bond seems to crack
Forever gone as I wish to bring the time back where I knew many people and was never looked over.
Because I'm too selfish to ne in control of my own destiny. So what's left of me?
I guess I've the recipe of being undead because I only seem to get the stares that wish I were there.
So is this my extravagence?
Only looking from the outside in or merely mixed emotions from a blank conscious, being socially comatose?
The same thoughts make me smoke write philosophical poems to eat away at the cancer: depression eating my soul...
Oddly few people still look at me differently at times...Like they see more in me, non-enemies or an envious mind plotting on the many things they see that I've got?
I can never tell because I feel too doomed to yell or see if they really wish me well.
So now I rely way more on my actions and less on my speech and still find that I'm in a league of my own and I'll let my writings guide and teach praying that one day these words may lead me to the throne.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 23, 2017 ⏰

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