Some days are hard I give my all. I might nudge people because I mean well. It's been a tough week took a beating asked nice while being provoked and taunted. Some days I feel strong other days I feel like glass that can be easily broken but once broken those sharp ends cut and cut deep.
Sometimes it's a fight to be who I am but found change is part of life it will help you grow. I can't keep doing the same stuff moving forward progression.

I've worn 1000 different shoes that never fit me
Millions of things I could possibly be
Since the 7th grade I said "I'll be a writer!"
At that moment I my future seemed brighter
I wrote about love and my passion was fire
Never thought I'd be a lover and a fighter  
They told me the sky's the limit and to break the mold
What I'm writing is the story yet to be told
7th grade about 12 or 13 years old I remember
I wrote my first poem in December
My mind and drive never waivered in the years to come
Writing for me was always fun
Dreams that these words would surpass the rays of the sun
The sky's the limit while there's endless room in space
That will give me time and room to chase
The American dream ooo I wanted a taste
First I have to sweep the entire nation
So I started with a pen, pad, and some inspiration
I kept on writing believe I never slowed down
My dreams are not here in my home town
I joined the army when I was 18
You guessed it, in the pursuit of MY American dream
They said the army might make me colder
But as I grew older my mind body and soul grew bolder
Writing became my art even when it seemed
I'd be having more nightmares than dreams
Surrounded by strangers who have never heard of me
I always said what better of a place to be?
To spread my dream with the people I now call family
I would share with them writing, a piece of me for where ever they go
People from all walks of life reading my words all reacting with "woah"
Was the moment I knew MY dream will grow

This isn't my eviction notice because I've paid the rent
I'm finally back from all the time I've spent
Wishing I would and and thinking I'd never write again
This is my official statement
Reading: "I'll never put down the pen."
That being said I'm here to write my wrongs and everything along the way
This isn't anything fancy, but starting today
Here is my proof that I mean what I say

In my heart deep down it hurts
I'm about to go berserk
I put in the time and work
Now give me what I deserve
Half a million people read my words but have nothing to say?
But I put blood sweat and emotion on every page..
When everyone keeps so quiet about my "hustle" it doesn't fill me with rage
Just wondering if you're reading along with me on the same page
I don't ask for much just to lend me your eyes, and say "oh who's this guy?"
Keeping you curious but I'm out here getting furious or rather delirious
Hoping one day all of you might take me a little serious

by definition
my love affair with you
was brief

I tried to extend my passion
but alas
I am older now,
what happens
happened

I can say
it was good for me
there were indeed fireworks

and if given the choice
I would again
despoil the sanctity
of my marriage
to be with you

But these things
come along so rarely now
these blasts from the past

it was so good, I must admit
I drooled then and  even now
the remembrance of the act
leaves me wanting more

but it is not to be
once again
you breezed through town
here for just one month
of torrid, fertive,
cladestine meetings
and then you are gone

leaving nothing behind
except the taste of you
on my quivering lips

oh why!! oh why!!!!
can they not just

....put the MacRib on the standard menu...

I will wait for your next return my love
I will wait......

Yeah you get me, oh yes you get like no one else could
A work-in-progress doesn't sound as good

As a silly mess of unspoken words twisted on the tip of my tongue
They you say things make it sound so fun

I don't need much to keep me happy a guitar and my favorite song
To fill the times when you're here and when you're gone

The way you're fascinated with my obsessions  and just understand
Nothing else will replace them but give me your hand

I'll take you to where my craziness and flaws are hiding because with you my walls fall and I'm done fighting

The things I do that I regret and you pretend to see
It's the way you, I don't know just get me

I guess that's why I love you like I do
The way you get me, like you're supposed too

to the teacher that held the key to my future
she saw the potential I had yet to discover
wither her skeleton key of education
she used it to unlock a power for me I would learn to use
not for good or evil just a place to start
to help make that change of heart
think about the world as your oyster
it starts out small but inside is
a world of illustrious wonder and possibilities to the teacher that held the key to my future
she saw the potential I had yet to discover
wither her skeleton key of education
she used it to unlock a power for me I would learn to use
not for good or evil just a place to start
to help make that change of heart
think about the world as your oyster
it starts out small but inside is
a world of illustrious wonder and possibilities