I don’t know much about writing I just write Sometimes I’m low and sad Words are my illusion of friends I had Sometimes I write angry Other times I’m miserable Or filled with Delinquency Though I’m 20 now I just can’t shake this immaturity away I know I need it for today So Dance this Pen away And Trust me I don’t dance And I don’t rap I’m just different and Stuck in winter I’m cold or I’m gonna Freeze to death I present myself often as an overgrown child Like I’m the kind to be producing Girls Gone wild But you know I joke around, tease, and laugh because I need to smile It’s been awhile since my last depression It’s been awhile since I had a gun to my head in the mirrors reflection This ghetto face Those lifeless eyes that I can’t stand to stare back at Because I’m living like its shits and giggles Just a worm in the earth learning to wiggle To proud to expose my tears to let em trickle To much thoughts sometimes finding peace is staying simple And I’m sorry Yall If I lose your respect and all I don’t expect you to answer if I were to callBirth sign: Aries
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