Bite the Bullet

My roses shoot bullets and my poems never miss like they're shooting blanks Even though the expression on their face is sometimes blank Me, I prefer my expressions stank Faces from the crowd Metaphors got you high every time these soliloquies get loud Me, I've always been more on the quiet side But, I can turn the volume up if need be Nerves on the inside floating like butterflies but my words will still sting you like a bee Myself is the only person I can be So, I look in the mirror as a reminder or to see You're still that Memphis boy, Texas raised never phased Well, almost See I'm not going to act like I have it all together when I don't But, I'm also not going to act like my sentences aren't well put together, no I wont! Give me my flowers all roses please, and a paper bouquet if you're a creative because they never die you see Or should I take another polaroid until you get the picture I'm the young G.O.A.T. and no I'm not pretending to be Those who don't understand will always question your brand, asking what's the deal Then turn right back around and get my words tattooed to their brain or body because this poetry is something you can really feel To the enemy I'll never kneel Sin is taking over but I'll never let it win Because I stay so clean, clean, and fresh even though my shirt is stained I'll never let this window pain hurt me or slow me down Because my style can't be matched, not even in a mirror Tell yourself that every time you look in the mirror Try to be your best self always p.s. this is just a poem but I'm gonna bite the bullet if need be...