Yours Truly, Me.

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Publish half this shit because I'm wanting good reviews,

Can't describe why all I see is violence on the news,

Guess the media is just like me, they're living for the views,

But now I'm coming up from the very bottom of the blues,

What am I supposed to write when I'm not feeling down?

If I should not fake happiness, why would I fake a frown?

Can't explain my writings, raw emotion's pretty round,

Thought my cheerfulness was lost, but now that shit's been found,

Certain people see this words as a haven for when they're hurt,

Feels like shit, 'cause I know I'm not always playing in the dirt,

Overworking always, 'till my will is up and burnt,

Writing for the masses while the world is getting "turnt,"

Try to keep it up, but just setting up forts,

Try to connect, but now I'm all out of ports,

My fears are approaching, and so I run like a horse,

Running for miles, but I still stay the course,

Issues with people, I try to avoid 'em,

Problems with anger, but I can't destroy 'em,

Hating these websites, but I still employ 'em,

Starting a movement, Elijah McCoy 'em

Tears are still falling, I just dried my eyes,

Randomly sad, that's 'cause everyone dies,

Society covers it up with their lies,

If everyone thought for a minute, surprise!

They'd notice how everyone cries,

They'd see through society's guise,

We act so intelligent, but really we're negligent,

Why can't us humans be wise?