Blocks force people to see another way
Yet it's sad no games I play
I take my life a different way
Funny how some like to play
Games like in high school
Let's talk about who's cool
Who's not and who is in
Wonder why why I still don't fit in
Same teachers running the class
Same ones back then who could kiss my
Mask is the way to survive
Got hate I won't hide
For those kind of teachers that just lie
Convince moms of kids demise
What that blad clot is that shit
Before 1st grade tell some they should just quit
Another part of the systems hits
Yet I think alot are two bit
Some are good, and can back up their spit
How is that for some expression
That's just another confession
How and why I feel like this
Love a witch, forget that kiss
Too much I've had enough
Though writing is my cuff
Left and right one two one four
Hit One back at the door
This is not to even some score
Just sick of some crazy lore
Like only talking happy thoughts
Talk to me about ugly shots
Then you can tell me about your mental health
I did not start writing book for some wealth
But now that I see the number ones through 20
I see my poetry will make money
Share some insight about life
About how some use rhymes as some cook with knives
Confession or expression I'll let you be the judge
FYI can turn things to fudge
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The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*
PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
