Who Can Understand
This is my blood and tears, and my original ideals,
My pain I share that can't even reach or convince my peers.
This is not just my heart but my life out in the open,
My words are real but others think I'm just show boating.
My poetry...my lyrics...nobody really seems to vibe off me,
But if I speak on money and down grade women I would be the one they see.
Is there something wrong with my style or am I simply boring to you?
Or is the way I express not acceptable because it's hard to chew?
I'm against the world!! And that sight is as plain as day,
Get rid of one problem but more comes along to stay.
There must be someone who feels my...my words I write or at least hear it,
Someone who believes in me and someone who doesn't think I'm just a piece of ish.
Loneliness...there I said it and it's apart of the problem,
Working hard everyday to just come to a empty home and sleeping won't solve em.
Jobs...hobbies...enjoyable activities only mask the person within who's hurting,
I scream when I'm alone but smile in the company of others and the one's who think their
getting some flirting.
Beyond my pain and behind all the success I will gain,
There is someone who at the end of it all who can make me sane.
But does she realize the power she has or is she as clueless as I believe?
And if she disappears that'll take me back to the question if there is a Eve out there for me.
My “friends” will reach out to me cause in reality they need me,
I'm not being conceited but they know I'm the one who gets things done cause I refuse to
let anyone down.
I don't expect many people to take this seriously or for this to make a hit,
I only hope there is someone who understands that I needed to vent.
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