A black gown
Gray eyes with a blue sky but a slight frown
Brown hair. Greasy as if colored by a crayon
The crown fell down. It can’t be found.
A loss of hope
A tree with a rope
But you can’t cope with the hate.
Feelings have been raped. You’re without a mate
In your own zone like a closed gate.
This is fate.
April 17th. That’s the date
Woke up to a new reality.
Embracing my own mortality
Entirely broken. A fatality
Feeling like a monstrosity
Two halves. A duality
Walking away so elegantly
Hurt critically spiritually
An anal personality
Teaching myself individuality
Originality without formality.
Totally alone. Abnormality
Theoretically evil ’cause I don’t show hospitality
I treat everyone compassionately
But I despise them. Want to beat them constantly
Brutality. F*%k it.. I can’t stop my profanity
I don’t have a functional family.
I have a screwed up mentality
Skinny. Get thrown down by authority
Barbarity. Act like I’m a misanthropist.
I hardly get any rest. Too skinny that I can’t use my fist.
Instead I sit in my nest. But I need to fly to beat the rest.
Hit or miss. I never had a first kiss. Instead I was hit and dissed.
‘Cause I’m pi**ed. My life is shrouded by a thick mist.
I don’t know what lies in front of me
But as far as I can see. I control my own destiny
Nothing ever seemed to work out for me
I have so much insecurity.
But I’m going to be what I set out to be
I’m going to be the best I can be