By Arcassin Burnham

Cause I'm in some rough headspace,
But only in the state of confusion,
Saving all of the ******* for later
Then each time getting a bad result,
It's not my fault,
I will forever and always be a prison,
Kissing doesn't help,
She told me what was my mother like,
And I said just a twisted version of me,
Then she asked about my father,
I said i didn't have one but guess that's every
Black boy's dream,
And it's also not easy being 18 years old,
With no job and disfunctional family,
Now you see,
With a swift pen,
I write poetry,
To escape the harsh reality
Of even being on this planet
And people that have special needs,
And what I need is a non purposeful life
To have meaning,
Now let's talk about you cause
It's enough about me.