I use my pen to get rid of this overwhelming frustration….
When my life feel lost with no direction.
I call out but all that silence is the answer….
It really looks like I’m backed in a corner.
This is really when I’m truly at my truest…
Even when the whole world is acting stupid…
I’ll fight till I die!!
If not for me, then for my family’s pride...
So I’ll fight till I die as I said before….
A true champion I am …right to the core.
Don’t stress or don’t run or even make a fuss…
I’m rhyming aren’t I …without having to cuss.
So sit back relax I swear I’ll make it to the moon…
Without any help it looks like…I’ll still be there soon.
At the top I’ll look down to scurrying ants…
I’m up here I’ll call …just listen to their chants.
In my head it comes loud a voice screaming you fool,
Just chillax!... This dark time will be over soon.
To those reading and think this is not tough…
You try telling a story that rhymes with like...stuff…
This is a skill so why try and act buff.
I’ll slay your thoughts with my written rhyme….
I challenge you …no dare you… to give this a try….
When you fail remember what I said….. This is not easy, just ask the demons inside my head.
Word play in times of need. It's the demon inside me, this is want and his need.