Wyatt 1d
Lately I'm lazing under covers
looking for cover in a firestorm.
The fire in me interferes with the
block of ice I've got for a heart.
Hot, cold, bought, sold,
through taxes or tolls
I've learned one thing,
this world ain't the answer.
All that bitterness
and all this cynicism I harbor
is easily justified when you look,
yet you just can't see it yet.
I wanna get out of here
and find what's next
because at 21 I've already seen
through this world around me
and these constructs that
spin the world around day by day.
Done enough to justify a grave?
With these allegations which
I'm forced to entertain,
they give me a hefty penny to pay
to win back the respect
from people who don't deserve it.

I'm glued to the 'gram,
writing pages on the 'book
just to get a like or two.
Selling myself short,
shipping my values out
to appeal to this world
I already know is on a crash-course.
So am I gonna crash with it?
Every story I tell is dictated
by my diseases in the brain.
Monsters in my head
and I got a Monster in hand
to battle late nights
without peace
as I turn to the screen
to type what I can't speak.
I write what I think
and my brain is on overdrive
tryna find an answer for me,
yet I trust in things that are faulty
like shady family and wolves calling
for an execution of confidence in myself.
I'm shifty in the seat because I know
this comfort is only temporary.
In this world defined by our decisions,
in this life defined by my moves
I lose in truth and in a lie I'm aloof
acting like everything is going well,
all according to plan yet
there ain't a shot I can shoot.
My life is falling apart slowly,
will I be in the afterlife shortly?
Is this my best work or
is this here what proves
I'm the biggest phony?
All this time God has loaned me
is going towards contemplating
how to best deal with the cards I'm dealt.
Dealing with healing a drive on life-support,
I'm stuck in park on the sidewalk
watching all my enemies give me dust to eat
as I'm paralyzed staring down at the concrete.
This world doesn't benefit the kind,
it's gotten me stepped all over
and some days I feel like
I could give up being sober
just to further bury this pain
like a soldier that just won't die.
What would losing my mind be like?
Take me on for the ride.

I'm five years ahead of y'all
yet in the present day I can't
formulate a call to action
to distance myself from snakes
waiting to catch me in a choke-hold.
I'm bitter because now I know
the future only benefits the bold.
The bigger the talk,
the rest do what they're told.
In your eyes I see
a coward that got lucky,
I see a child in a man's body.
I could get real ugly
if that didn't mean
losing all credibility
to the people who matter.
The ones at the bottom
crawling through the days
who see the smile on my face
and envy my strength I flaunt
in place of my obvious weakness.
I take too much, take all the hits
and boast myself in good, clean fun.
Am I an idiot or a fighter?
Haven't fought a day in my life
yet I'm holding on for dear life,
any hint of sanity I can use to get by
and lately I'm lazing under covers
looking for cover in a firestorm.
The fire in me interferes with the
block of ice I've got for a heart.
Hot, cold, bought, sold,
through taxes or tolls
I've learned one thing,
this world ain't the answer
but if you step to me now
I'll match your firestorm
with one of my own.
Looking for cover in a firestorm.
Wyatt 2d
Fanatics become insomniacs
and the outsiders point us out
with contempt in their voices.
Do you hear it, can you hear it?
The laughter from the rafters
screams like a bullhorn in my ear.
I felt the negative energy in the room,
there's tickets they sold to watch me fail.
It's always a sold-out effort,
so watch me do my stupid dance then
we'll move the act to the next city.
Hate exists in us by default and
the pain always sells out the shows
yet love's always much more
expensive than what we can get.
It's a perfect storm yet
they'll only mourn when it passes.

Guess I get what I deserve
and maybe it could get worse.
I put a target on my back
so those shots come on in.
For years I put all my power
in my towering walls decorated
with every single thing I hate.
Bulldoze it down just to find more,
thinking it would end but it never ends.

We're tossing darts into the sky
hoping to pierce the clouds above
yet we always get so upset when
they come back down after us.
We make our art, it's woven with
the needles we prick ourselves with
to prove we still feel something
in the midst of all this numbness.
No wonder the fabric stains red,
no wonder I spend all my time in my bed,
no wonder anytime I try to speak
there's static that surrounds me
and suddenly I can't express myself.
Wyatt 4d
It's another day down the drain.
How many have passed now?
It seems like I've lost count.
7,696 days I've been alive,
that's over 1,099 weeks.
August has come and gone.
Already 21, I can't believe it.
I guess I've never had a good memory,
so please don't laugh at me.
I've been marking out the bad times
and trying to amplify the few
that I look back on fondly,
still the good times
won't make waves in my life
and still I'm not impressed.
Every milestone should be like a trophy
yet instead I'm limping past finish lines.
Where's my audience now?
Wyatt 6d
All I’ve ever known is kindness
and people step all over it.
I don’t know what to say,
it’s just the way I was raised.
I’m sure in another universe
I’m the person everyone wants,
too bad I can’t see
what that would look like.
It’s always the hardest fights.

I’m just an ugly soul
in an ugly world
but it’s full of pretty people
who take advantage of me.
What can I say?
It’s just the way I was raised.
All I wanna do in this life
is just get by
and keep quiet,
so when you step to me
and expect me to speak up
just know that I can’t.
And I won’t.
I’ll always be that guy
who’s way too nice
for his own good.
This is how I’ll be until I die,
an underdog who never
got thrown a bone.
Wyatt 7d
I’m spun around
like a hurricane
invading my peace.
In comfort I was dry
yet you stripped
my shelter away.
Soaked in this,
drenched in it.
Evacuate
to higher ground
before it’s too late.
Wyatt Sep 12
Ease my wayward mind,
relieve the tension I hide.
Put aside all my pride,
address evil deep inside.
I must learn to love my life,
invite others with open arms.
I cannot do this alone,
one man can't make a home.
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Wyatt Sep 12
You're something
right out of a movie,
I still can’t believe
that you’re real.
Delicate,
you’re relative
to perfection.
Ethereal, pure.
No one around
will come close
because for me
you're the cure.
I want to protect
every fiber of you.
You are my hope.
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