To Whom It May Concern
It’s  been a long time old friend,
it’s really nice to see you again
Unfortunately, we seem to have lost touch to the connection.
Throw my hands into the sky in the hopes that I,
I just might feel something.
Unfortunately, I’ve been grasping at air.
Reaching for that tear in fabric, tragic, they claim it doesn’t exist.
Somewhere along the line they must’ve missed the point
foolish, they make the kid seem ghoulish
see the ideas of my mind must be confusing
they must seem threatening to intimidate the likes of those who find me obscene
like outrageous, this train of thought must be detained
before contaminating the numerous brains that control the reigns
nothing but toxic fumes that do nothing but loom in the atmosphere
often I wonder exactly how I ended up in this place
at a young age I believed I wanted fame
and have beautiful women chant my name
but as more time passes I’ve learned
I just want to give people a good reason to remember my name
Legacy
even now that word resonates through me
I ask what will remain even after I fade?
will anyone remember the effort I made?
I just want to leave an impact on those who are willing to hear
and touch the minds of those who believe they’re misunderstood
to those who understand this fear
as paralyzing as it may seem
it often brings a sliver of rejuvenating truth
even when you start to sweat
and even though your hands may quake
remember that at the end,
you’ve given your words a pulse.

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Breathe.
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In time it will come with ease.
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All you need to do is speak!

Thank You!