I'M Feeling It Chapter 3: Meekness Is Genius

Meekness and humility is what I need Not this fawning, narcissistic greed I’m eccentric, I’m a robot and a human combined… I moved from the back of the line to the front of the line I’m a teenager who has over a million issues I’m blowing on a couple of my tissues Because it’s shameful…need I share? Would anyone just stop and care? Care about the homeless in heart? Care about the generous in spirit? Why was I the victim to this depression? Was I a temporary, jacked-up confession, Left on a recording system that rotted in ancient times? Am I a clock that needs fixing? Am I a bicycle that needs fixing? Help… Help… I yelp… Yelp… No answer. Wait, God answers. Or…not? Am I losing faith? Am I gaining hope? Can I last this morning Without the thought of mourning? I’m sick of being left in the margins… I’m sick of being you when I should be me I’m relevant when you tell me I’m irrelevant I’m like a butterfly, wanting to be set free I’m an elegant elephant and you’re an arrogant ant Fighting cancer within me, myself and I... I close my eyes, living a nightmare of the word Die... Warnings of cancer spread on the internet, Getting me fed up with the government...sinking lower in regret debt