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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) I guess this had to be said The root causes for the way I am kept awake at night Summer heat no sleep My only companions are Past events and the opinions My soul resents. I guess it had to be felt Every reflection and failure To society, my appearance must Be on point and tailored To meet another’s expectations My soul craves approval like Success and celebrations emotional Rollercoasters to ride on certain occasions As a man fear becomes unacceptable you must Be the brave one. I guess this had to be heard Oh, sorry say that again? I can’t hear you. My soul then becomes numb misunderstood Makes you feel dumb because you must be the only one when The second or third comments speak up son. Damn it another crack collateral fracture to move forward must move faster to escape the disaster in my life oh well, time to backtrack. On the bicycle of this thing called my life, I fell off way too many times the bumps and bumps and bruises become a badge of honor look how bright they shine. So how do I heal as I deal with how the pain festers when the scabs of old wounds peel. I heard my brother say toughen up like the Navy Seals. For him, my heart is cold like steel stories I retold myself based on events half real. I guess this had to be seen the rumors about me are not true I am not really mean Although I do get mad and half the time I don’t know the words to describe how I feel. Your insults don’t hurt me I devour them like three-course meals. Lets talk about what’s really on this brain how lies were sold and how this soul growing up in the modern education system studied long-term and was short-changed but I guess the was all part of the plot to teach base on rigged curriculums and whether I learned or not teachers still got paid at the end the day. I guess this had to be sensed since every human I ever crossed paths with subconsciously convinced that parts of my soul do not fit into the mainstream No one left to pick up the pieces so forget about seeing the bigger picture when the vision is blurry.
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