i **** myself everyday call it self sacrifice
i am afraid to go home my folks aint satisfied
they have a dream for me
a bunch of ideas
they say poetry is a joke focus on serious
things,
the strings, they got me tied on
i tried em back then,
they didnt do
but you
you poetry
i had a love for you
i run away with you everyday u have a better place
even when you angry you were a better face
i only wish you would let me stay
my reality is far far from okay
i am afraid to go home today i die
but if i do
i hope you will remember what i did for you....
my parents dont understand poetry..
they think its fucken waste of time..
yesterday i was at an open mic in town and came home late and ever since i came back they havent said a word
maybe they will kick me out
i hope poetry u wont break my heart