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Aug 2019
Why
What's your definition of success
I don't trust the thought's that come inside my head
I don't trust this thing that beats inside my chest
Who I am and who I wanna will not connect Why?
Don't think I deserve it, you get no respect
I just made a lot of changes still not impressed
Smile for a moment, Then these questions start to fill my head
Not again


I push away the people that I love the most
Why
I don't want no one to know that I am vulnerable
Why
That makes me feel weak and so uncomfortable
Why

Stop asking me questions I just want to feel alive
I wanna fly, This isn't Aiden's flow
Just Let me fly, I'm in disguise
I'm busy got no time for lies, one of a kind
You don't see it pull out your eyes, I'm on the rise
I take the chances I roll the dice, do what I like
When I was a kid I used to be afraid of heights, move that aside
Now I'm here you look surprised, so am I


They don't invite me to the parties but I still arrive
Kick down the door then I go inside
Take the keys off the counter and say "Let's go for a ride"
Why do you look mortified
I keep to myself, they think I'm sort of shy, organized
If "The Search" is the only page you read
Well then your behind
Storytime
Wish I could think as my uncle does
But I just can't decide
If I should just stick my knife inside of pennywise


I don't care what anyone else thinks
Lies
I don't need anybody to help me
Lies
I feel guilty cause I feel free
Why
I don't understand, so I'm questioning like why
Just tell me why
Not back to this flow
Inside I feel divided
Back when I never had a dime but had a drive
I question life-like "Who am I man?!!"


Nothing to me is ever good enough
I keep on working for 24 hours a day and think I never did enough
My life is a movie
No tellin what my uncle saw in my cinema
I wanna be great but I get in away of myself and thinking about everything that I can never be
Why do I do it tho?

Why are you always looking aggravated
Not a choice you know I had to do it
When they talk about the greatest they will probably never put him in a conversation
Like something then I got to take it
Write something then I might erase it
I love it but I really hate it
What's the problem Aiden
I don't know!!!!


I know I like to preach to always be yourself
but my emotions make me feel like I am someone else
I and pride made a pact that we don't need any help
Yet I am in war within myself but I forgot the shells
I put up my issues on these pages for show and tell
A lot of people know me but they don't know me well


I put my issues up for all to see as a show and tell
A lot of people know me but they don't know me well

(Stares)...

TOO MANY FACES
TOO MANY FACES
TOO MANY FACES
Isaiah Lee
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Isaiah Lee  19/M
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