This Poem May Not Be For You

In a perfect world monsters wouldn’t creep They wouldn’t bother little kids while they sleep They would make keeping a secret a burden so deep I am a member of a group called scorned Where fathers show up but never stay to perform Where mothers stay up late at night weeping instead of sleeping And where grandmothers pray for healing Where churches ask for donations but no one is giving In a world asking for answers no one is listening The American Dream is bending My generation believes that success includes drugs, money, and stripping Sometimes I picture myself running through the jungle blind and when i put my emotions to paper i lose my mind If im a little antisocial please forgive me But people always take and forget to give me Im always last on the list Im always the name they thought of but missed “Oh i didnt think you would of came” “I thought you were doing something” Did you ask or did you not plan on my attendance? I’ve never let my need for happiness turn into dependance I’ve never let my circumstances rob me of my dreams I refuse to let the struggle strangle whats mine I am destined for a path that not too many take And if they do often they have to fake They even act like they’re one way just to make friends I’d rather be myself and alone at least i don’t have to pretend