The Crossroads
No one understands the personal battles.
No one knows that pain
That I go through every single day.
Darkness constantly attacking my brain.
I go through thoughts that would make
The common man insane.
On my own to the point where my
Imagination created its own domain.
Targeted and picked on because I don’t drink
Or engage with champagne.
But that’s beside the point.
They criticize me when I complain.
I legitimize what I sustain.
People tried to make it rain
When I couldn’t make it sprinkle.
People live their lives in vain
While I live mine just single.
Some men dream to run a train.
I dreamed to be the shingle
To complete the roof over the heads
Of my generation so that the
Truth could intermingle.
And....
Forget it.
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