Life is not a race.
                        its a test
                               of endurance,
                                    overcoming obstacles.
                                             and finding out who you are.
                       It is not about who finished last,
                                                or who won the gold,
                       Its about the ones who made it.
                               who actually completed the test.
                                                                ­    who survived.
                        and those who believe,
                                     will complete the test,
                                                   the ones who will win the race,
                                                                ­           in their own hearts, souls and  minds.

Lousy days
Most days
Some days
It gets old. 

Ugly lies. 
Assumption ties
Your immaturity 
Into a bow. 

Two face 
Your face
Reminds me of a quarter. 
Head down tails up
You're nothing but a distorter. 

Some days
Most days
I can put up
With your face
But lately
Most days 
It's just a sad disgrace. 

Grow up
Show up
Teach your kid how to lie
Teach your kid how to hide
That second face they'll grow
To despise.  

But walk around
Like you know
How everything 
Suppose to be. 

Keep your head high
And keep your maturity low
Because those who can see 
Through your insecurities 
Knows just how far
Your fall will go.

Lately you've been holding me down like a chain.
Linked to your emotions
And enduring your endless pain.

I put you at number one
And I was still at number three
Hoping for the day
That you'd upgrade me.

False happiness
And settling for the least
You made me give myself to you
Without receiving anything.

I claimed you were my best friend
The one to stand by my side
I introduced you to my family
Cause I thought you'd be there when I cried.

I'm quite tired
And exhausted
Of this on again off again
Be my friend
Cause I don't want to pretend.

His cruelty

It
reels her in
as he
makes
believe

he
cares
again

his
good
deed

gift
giving
feed­s
her need
her nakedness
as
all
turns
out
his
act
was
good

His
deed
done
with
c­ruel
intention

blindly

can she

not
for see

this

treatment

she
does

know

or not
an other
way
to live past

his

cruelty

by and with

good intention…