Where am I going?

What am I doing?

I feel stupid… confused

Trapped like one off color in

A rubik’s cube

Sticking out like a sore thumb

Wounded and numb

Bummed, enslaved to depression

Waiting to be hung

Lynched because I can’t find my niche

Or it wasn’t accepted

Because I made my own reality

From a dream

Call it my inception

To my own discretion

Not afraid of rejection

Just annoyed that the only

Way to b successful is from

Another’s perception

I detest it…

But I will keep spreading my message

It”s a God given gift

So pardon me

I can;t help it

But if you try to hurt it by not helping

I simply change my method

On how I deal with you

I don’t care if you

End up helpless

Because where were you…

Damn… that’s a whole different segment.

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