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Dec 2014
I was born with a messed up brain
One that makes me feel like I'm ******* insane
I defy all the rules
With my pen as my tool
But these people don't feel threatened
Cause they don't realize that a voice is a weapon
But I've got nothing up my sleeve
Its never been my aim to lie or deceive
I just preach my truth
To my loyal pulpit
Filled with mistreated youth
Too determined to quit
But now I'm stuck on this twisted path
Traveling down this starry road
Feeling like Kerouac
Cause now this road is my abode
The worth of my words
Is equal to diamonds
So they can't go unheard
No I won't sit in silence
Even with my mind in shackles
And my head filled with static
I'm winning my battles
With bizarre war tactics
So now happiness is my test
Cause my sadness is thicker than a kevlar vest
And I know that change is nothing to be scared about
I just don't wanna lose everything I care about
So I never forget to forgive
And I never forget to live
I'm done running now
Its time for me to take my bow
MKF
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MKF  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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     Devon Webb, MKF, --- and Pax
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