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Well                              
This one word
Defines a lot of
Things
A lot of
People
A lot of
Me
Some of me
Is no
Well
Well
A word that
Everyone
Uses
They use it
To lie
About how they
Really feel
About how they
Know they wish
To be
Well
This word
No one really
Realizes it
Knows what it
Really means
I guess that's
Just me
As usual
Just ranting
About
Well
You might be
Wondering
Why use this
Word
Here's my
Answer: it's used out of
******* context
All the ****
Time
I'm tired
Of this
"Why so
Angry?"
You ask.
"Calm down"
You say.
Well
Guess what
I don't give
A ****
About what
You think!
Always being
Criticized over
*******
But what can i say
I just
Be feeling
Well.
I am who i am
Who i was meant to
Be
There is no one like
Me
That can
Be me
That really know
Me like
I know me
I am who i am
An original
Not a copy
I'm the creator
not the distributor
maybe
maybe there'll be
A day
Where people
Learn that
They are who they are
For i will not force
Anything goo
Onto anyone
Just to get them to
Understand that
They are who they are
We are who they are
But the one
Thing
I want
people
To Understand is
that
I am
Who
I
Am
Sometimes I just
Can't Stand it
Can't stand the
Fact
That this world is
Full
Of horrible people
Can't stand how
Some of
Us
Don't realize
The trouble
We're in
Can't Stand it
I just Can't
Stand it
I cant stand
the fact that
my people
are being killed
shot down
For a hustle
they tryna
put down
im as black as
midnight
as white as the
white chalk
you see around a
dead body
i cant stand it
i cant take this
madness
i
i need for you
to understand
why
why i cant
take it
cant stomach it
cant breathe it
why i just
cant
stand it
Everytime I turn
Around
I see fake people
Evrywhere I look
People always use
Foreplay
As an escape from
Reality
Escape from
Themselves
How they live
like this
I will never
Understand
I just can't
believe
why people
foreplay
their entire lives
juts to be accepted
by society
maybe its just me
the only person
that feels
this way
then again
no one really
cares about my words
Sometimes I wonder
Around in my
Thoughts
Just to occupy
My inner self
See, here's the thing
About
My thoughts
They can be
Crazy
Amazing
Stupid
Funny
It doesn't matter
My personal
Thoughts
Can be
indecisive
indeciferable
Sometimes if you
Think
About it
A person's Thoughts
Could Mean
the Future
For Our
Crazy World...
Or could it?
Here I am
Wondering still
about life's trials
and tribulations
Everyday I start to
Think
Think about how life has
Changed me
How I still wonder
Around
In My Mind
I feel as though
Maybe I need
To lead
Anew life
Starting to
learn new things
Might be
My way out
Meet New People
For a
Change
Maybe get a
Change of Pace
After all
This is
Supposed to be my
New Beginning
Anger                                  
Something i
Feel
Everyday
People anger me
All this hatred
Built up
Inside of me
I can't take this
Anymore
Every time i turn
Around there's always
Gonna be
Anger
Anger is something i feel
When i see a
Young Black Man
Get shot down
Over minor issues
When i see the
Young Black Man
Selling drugs and
Smoking dope
Anger
Something i feel
when I'm scolded
For no reason
Cussed out and cussed at
Punched
Slapped
For misdemeanor
BS
Talked crazy to
Over something small
Even when i do
Something good
I guess I
Must be cursed
I mind my business
I get yelled at
I take care of my
Business
I get threatened
I must be cursed
Cause still
I
FEEL
ANGER.

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