I tried to work a nine to five
But it felt like I was living a lie
My soul craved more
I couldn't ignore
It was pounding
At my door
With viciousness
And verocity
I was vindicated
And set free
When I followed my heart
And made the first steps
Toward a new start
I was scared and confused
I had little direction but I knew
What I had to do
I dove into the dark depths
And splattered the pages
With pieces of me
I hadn't been able to see
That I kept in disguise
Because society told me to
What a pack of lies
I've always been a writer
I just hadn't found my voice
But when you're destined to write
You really don't have a choice
Cause the world only makes sense to me
When it's written in verse and poetry
I can no longer pretend I don't see
What is clearly my destiny
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
I tried to work a nine to five
But it felt like I was living a lie
My soul craved more
I couldn't ignore
It was pounding
At my door
With viciousness
And verocity
I was vindicated
And set free
When I followed my heart
And made the first steps
Toward a new start
I was scared and confused
I had little direction but I knew
What I had to do
I dove into the dark depths
And splattered the pages
With pieces of me
I hadn't been able to see
That I kept in disguise
Because society told me to
What a pack of lies
I've always been a writer
I just hadn't found my voice
But when you're destined to write
You really don't have a choice
Cause the world only makes sense to me
When it's written in verse and poetry
I can no longer pretend I don't see
What is clearly my destiny
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