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Halloween Madness

Forget Michael Myers, the real Halloween Psycho's here I'm the psycho that your favourite horror movie psycho fears My pen tortures my pad until it bleeds I write for those who get mad when I speak My pen is more dangerous than Michaels knife What makes you think you can kill me, I survived my suicidal nights Like that time at 17 when I overdosed on tablets Cried so many tears on my pillow, the weight broke the mattress Looked at happiness like I wasn't supposed to have it Don't know if I'll make it home I travel my path alone because these days it's hard to tell the difference between fake and real I don't need Jesus to take the wheel If you take offense to that, it's your fault not mine I'm saying I'm strong enough to make it by myself I'm done looking for my lost mind I make mistakes and I'll take the blame I could go to the strip club like a rapper and make it rain But I'm tired of meaningless sex, I'd rather wait for real love I'm finally at a place where I can accept a hug That one thing I never got from my own dad So that probably asks the question why am I so mad Depression took me hostage, I've spent my whole life fighting I'm Brock Lesnar, I'm Mayweather, I'm Mike Tyson I may lose a few rounds, but I'll win the battle Overcome every obstacle on my travels Spend my days looking for inspiration and my nights writing This isn't my best poem, but it'll be someone's favourite You dress your scars up, I prefer to let the world see me naked I manage to do that without sending nudes Born alone, die alone, I'm not worried about any friends I lose I've been back stabbed, betrayed and cheated on My heart is where I'm speaking from I was kicked while I was down, bullied for being different Don't get too close, because I need the distance You spend your time trying to cheat the system People speak so much, but I'm not seeing wisdom I'm going to be the difference I write from my experiences and I thank those who take the time to read it I try and inspire those who need it My pen is by my side, I can't leave it My life has been full of pain and sadness I had to get this off my chest, but no apologies for my Halloween madness

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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