I sit down and eat some food
Then I sit back and look at my life
And I'm like, "what the heck man?"
"I mean what the actual heck?"
I mean I just wanna leave and never come back.
Everyone's talking but I don't have an idea
Cause what the heck?
I don't have anyone sitting with me
I'd rather listen to my own head
Than everyone's chatter.
Why do musicians seems like they're having it good?
And why the heck does being a graphic designer mean having semi heart attacks every minute?
And when, when for God's sake am I not allowed to dance?
Who gives the world the freaking right to know who can give a speech at TeDX or not?
And when did I get this stupid?
Oh don't remind me.
It was the moment I decided to protect my family and its reputation?
But now I'm asking, is it worth it?
All my sacrifices, pain and silent cries
Is it worth shutting up the power house I am for the quiet delusions of a happy family?
I know we ain't like so thick,
But well, we gat our moments.
Yeah, if I tell anyone
They'll just blame me
"Come out of the freaking shell"
But Which?
I'm so knee deep into this thing, I don't which shell sounds hollow anymore.
How does heaven feel like?
How does it taste?
That's all I wanna know.
I just wanna be up there and never come back to earth
But I know I gotta work hard and get there.
But my lazy ass---
Well, we working on her.
I'm tired. Sleep deprived and malnourished.
For such a promising career,
I might end up dead before I get to command an army.
But that's not me,
I will command my army
And Good lord, what a mighty fine army it will be.
I gotta start recruiting.
But first, how do I get someone to constantly come and eat with me?
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
