Kenn's Book Of Poems

Mind so fucked up you could call it a song(Somewhat a rap? idk its 2 am)

I'm up late but I don't give a fuck
cause I have nowhere to go to get
drunk that's all I really want cause all I need is my mind clean
but goddamn, my face is turning green.
I'm at the toilet puking up that poison shit
I'm wasted so hard I think I need to sit
but where the fuck am I supposed to go
when everyone expects me to put on a show?

Sure, I'll wake up from that stupid dream,
cause just remember that you what you want isn't what seems.
I'm way up high above all you fools,
but your words knock me down like I'm being schooled.
What the fuck is wrong with you dude?
Take your toxic ass poison venom and toss it through
the blender and choke on some of your own words
It's no wonder you think I'm so absurd.

Yeah I'll admit that I'm probably crazy,
but I'll never forget about what made me
me. My mind just decided it does what it wants
I'm a god and you all are the runts.
That's my dream and I wake up into reality.
I know I'm just a tiny speck in the galaxy.
Is it wrong just to want more in my life?
Goddammit, I've had enough of my pain and strife!

My mind's so fucked up you could call it a song.
Too bad your interpretation of it's wrong.