I keep on writing to express my feelings,

Sorry to those who don't get my meanings.

I've always got a lot going through my brain,

Some days it seems I may go insane,

I try to stay level, keeping my cool,

Processing life with my greatest tool.

Bullet in my pocket , but not for crime,

I'm the only one who can choose my time.

Thoughts of death don't bring me fear,

Though for you it may cause a tear.

I apologize for what you didn't hear,

I apologize for not letting you steer.

But this is what I have become,

Daily more en-cumbersome,

Though my life has just begun,

I stand up tall, refuse to run.

I stand up for what I believe,

Against all odds I will achieve,

Through the smog of those who deceive,

Concentrate your mind and you will perceive,

The truth for what it's really worth,

Capable since the day of birth.

If atlas shrugs and drops the ball,

Its up to us, me, you, and all.