Maybe was successful, so now I'm coming with a sequel,
Back then I was slower, now I'm flying like an eagle,
Back then I was feeling down, now I'm feeling regal,
But now around here, y'all can't see me as an equal.
People miss who I used to be,
Used to be trapped, now I'm free,
Life was down, then it turned around, now I want to breathe,
I get to tell them he's back, and this time it's not an act,
Nowadays I'm feeling all put together, but back then I was cracked.
Maybe we should pay attention to what people hold within,
Not a soul is perfect, even Christian saints committed sin,
Maybe we should stop treating people we love like statistics,
Maybe we should focus on how the hell we're gonna fix this.
Maybe that's the reason why I'm always feeling down,
Maybe I'm just sick of all the apathy in this town,
Maybe I'm just sick of missing the people that I love,
I just hope we get help from whatever lies above.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
