I knew you years and years ago. I knew you when you bled and cried, when your mom ran the afro pick through your hair and you cried, when you got beaten up and you cried, and you got hurt inside and you cried. Whatever happened to you? You fought for years for respect You got it and it got you Whatever happened to that little boy who made people think he was so smart? He became what he wasn't to be He shook his fist at the storm cloud and kept going "goodbye my friend, you shall be knowing" He looked into the future and saw more of the past but hell wasn't for you, it didn't last You loved fiercely with no restraint You glossed over that which was bad and overwrote your insecurities with paint But your smile hid a questioning, gathering ball of fear You knew the end wasn't far away, it was too near You fear death but not being dead, it's the way you get there you don't want ever to know about That you'll be replaced by someone who doesn't know what you do? He sat on the bench with his pain sitting close He hid his insecurites, but without a single boast He faked interest then, he won't now He cried out in his sleep "Why? How?" You don't know me well, you never could, I didn't want you You weren't always trying to be different, you didn't want to you wanted to be straight, and you wanted to be dumb Thank God you found differently, or you would have been a bum. Hay in the middle of the barn, hey, look at me with a ball of yarn! He became, today, what a man could not be He never appeared in prison, he never concealed his glee his arrogance was a turn-off, so he overcame his stupidity That man, I knew so well? That man is me.
Reason for writing:
Well, I think most of you knew from line 2 that person is me, but I took some liberties and pretended it wasn't till the last line :)
Birth sign: Aries
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