At the age of 25
Life has led me to an early
Retirement
Reasoning has become a requirement
Thoughts in my head are a
Permanent placement
With a hundred percent lack
In interest.
How i wish i could protest
I need a bigger safe just for
My thoughts to invest
The thrusts i feel within my
Chest
Sometimes gets me wondering
If this breathing is a test
Every time i clench my fist
Just to release the anger and
The pain down to my wrists
Why I'm i always ******?
It's like my behavioral
Are always fix,
And with a turn on the switch
My true characters lift...
My actions unpredictable
My movements are swift
My mouth shut
I don't want to speak
I'm mad and my breathing
Paces are quick
I'm left consoling myself
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe it's life
Constantly playing tricks
Day after day
I'm facing the same
Occurrences,
My timetable is fixed
A shrink asked me to put
Down a list
He wanted to root out the ****
For my sake
He wanted to help
But he forgot to burn the seeds
So I'm still stuck in my hell
With 25 clocking my cell.


Akwana Wa Odera
@therealakwana
© 2018