because all the hocus pocus in my ongoing strife,
is heading me to lose focus on aspects of my life.
Your Own Voice
all this shit takes a hit-
are you good enough?
are you split, are you slit?
cause being tough is rough.
staring off in space,
lost in my every thought.
do i belong in this race?
am i the object you bought?
they look at you for your worth,
and as soon as you do not fit
the guildlines on this dirt, this earth,
its difficult to stand up and not sit.
sit and sulk, cause you ain't the hulk;
apparently, you don't have any power.
cause once again, the shame is the bulk
that makes you unable to get up and shower.
no matter what anybody actually says,
you tried and died once again, and
somehow got stuck right next to the whiz;
and every taste in your mouth goes bland.
unaware of the time, what day, what week
this even is? all you know is that what you seek,
but they called you weak, they called you meek.
and you stand the edge, you reached the peak.
keep questioning yourself, should you turn back?
their bubble voices bursting in your blasting ears!
maybe your anger will put you back on a track;
until you re-appear, and your own voice leers.
;[signed]
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