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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I couldn't care Two cents I'm a nuisance To rebuttal and conclude this My intrusion Is a disturbance I'm just the underline of what's been undermining your purpose I word this With every intent For those who claim to hear But won't listen You are me I am you You can't see I'm see thru I am the mirror You look through I am the image You once drew My qualities Are an anomaly I'm real as the god in me But how can I fulfill my prophecy If everybody decides to switch sides on me Right before my very eyes They see they truth But speak their lies Am I The bad guy Nah I'm just a homicide Cuz my truth kills It is the glue It is the seal Wish me well Nah wish me hell Still I get up from where I'm pushed to I seen the walls I push thru I seen the fall I get to Close to the edge at times Lost my mind a thousand times Did I ever really find it Or is it my past that constantly reminds me That I blink And when I do I cannot see But when I'm thru I cannot be More me then you are you I say this because If I do something against my spirit I can feel it I can heal it I can panic Ravish through my mind My mind is dealing havoc On my reality The matrix is a maverick Stagnant I was Now I'm just damaged Frantic thoughts of disclosure I'm open to the thought of closure But the door is locked The windows to the soul Grow as they open I am a burden to myself I am a soldier without rest I am the shoulders In which it rest The load of what is left What's right I say What's life today What price you pay What type of way Should I feel If I don't feel love And what was isn't real Shield me from the evils That deceives us And keeps us hid Hidden from ourselves We are but a toy On a little boys shelf To be played and toyed with I deal with more Its pain it's morbid I guess it's just a game I cant win and won't forfeit
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