I was always one to hide behind curtains
One afraid of the uncertains
In my own home I'm not comfortable, I have no where to go though
Anxious when buying clothes
oh how am I gonna look in those
Even walking to school
****, talking to me
all you would've seen was a fool
A faker tryna be cool
On the outside I played it pretty cool
But on the in you could have never guessed how much trouble I was really In
Well where do I begin
How do I tell you that I hate my self
How do I explain to you that I was the item collecting dust on the shelf
Seen by no one not even even the owner himself
Invisible all together miserable
Playing tricks on my self in my own mind on my own time
Would always think that I was getting my **** together
But was always blind sided by bad weather or my own mind
How does that rhyme
But I guess I didn't know that I was lying to myself and everyone else  hard procrastinator self destructive manipulator
I don't know why I hate my self I can't seem to figure it out
I want to be better
I want to be free
Over all I just want to be me
But I don't even who that is no more I'm so lost off the path I don't think i can get back
I should try,
To not, I can't think of a reason why
But instead I'm covered by the same gloom that seems to loom over us all making us all just want to fall and not get up
But please just listen to me if you've ever felt like this put your head up

When he saw her
Hair sopping wet
And matted against
Her face in strands

Eyes strewn shut
As her head
Tilted towards
The rainy sky

And as their
Eyes locked
He could see
The pain in them

He did something
He promised
Never to do again
He hugged her

A forest,
               intwined.
Of the blackest
               black strands
And brown locks,
That weaved together
In sad white corridors
We stared
without fear.

You still don’t understand where I belong
Overbooked
Overextended
Overcommitted
Lady, hear me tonight
I  wish i was twirling in love with you
I'm still trying to  get over the concept
That our love will never be enough
Poetry is justifying everything
That I want to leave behind
Don't do this to me
Again,

I was here
I was there
I was running
I was scared
Dreams fading
Lungs dying
What could I do to be my own hero
Remained unanswered
On the streets, i was wanted dead and a prize was named
But I never abandoned my town, I faced my fate.
If it was death I was ready
For a legacy I built over years, couldn't afford to watch it drop
So I drew my sword when they drew theirs
I won the fight and now I'm King.