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am i real
do i even exist
how am i here
how am i
alive
i ask myself these
questions
all the time
but i still cant get a
straight asnwer
am i real
do i matter to anyone
am i supposed to be
anything
in this world of mine
everyday
i suffer
internally
there is a war
an I'm in the
middle of it
a war between
right and wrong
good and bad
heaven and hell
i think I'm going insane
trying to stop this madness
its a handgul
you know
not knowing if your just really
existing
on another
plane of reality
as everything around
you
crumbles to the ground
but still left unanswered
is the question
am i real
Anger                                  
Something i
Feel
Everyday
People anger me
All this hatred
Built up
Inside of me
I can't take this
Anymore
Every time i turn
Around there's always
Gonna be
Anger
Anger is something i feel
When i see a
Young Black Man
Get shot down
Over minor issues
When i see the
Young Black Man
Selling drugs and
Smoking dope
Anger
Something i feel
when I'm scolded
For no reason
Cussed out and cussed at
Punched
Slapped
For misdemeanor
BS
Talked crazy to
Over something small
Even when i do
Something good
I guess I
Must be cursed
I mind my business
I get yelled at
I take care of my
Business
I get threatened
I must be cursed
Cause still
I
FEEL
ANGER.
Back Again
back into the flow of things
it feels good having this platform
i'm sorta living better
poetry is i guess
my escape
from life in general
why life  
because sometimes
life can be a
pain
a very otherworldly pain
otherworldly meaning well...
pretty much having to
deal with people
that you really don't want to
but you do anyway
again more awesome
fantatsic
amazing
unbelievably incredible
*******
you see the thing is
no one really gives
a **** about anyone
but hey
they some how find
a way
to bounce back
to come back again
"which i never understood
because i hardly understand
anything
that goes on in the world
because out world is pretty ******."
thats the sarcasm talking.
i would say thats the
***** talking but
i dont drink
im not a ******* idiot
obviously
most likely because
i  wouldn't know how to
come back again
after drinking so much
wine
whiskey
and lets not forget
a little bit of some other alchohol
that i believe is foreign to me
but anyway back to the
subject
at hand
coming back again is hard for most of us
coming back is especially difficult for
us black people
why?
because every time i look at the
******* news we are
all killing
each other
or
the police tries to ****
us off
o
n
e
b
y
o
o
n
e
mostly because we tend to be
able to come back
from impossible circumstances
but we're
always gonna come back
bigger
stronger
and in Usain Bolt's case
faster
but we will always and forever
be the comeback kingz.
Here I am
Back again in this
******* known as life
Trying to survuve in a cruel world
Full of Hate
Sorrow
and Horror
Never will people understand
The concept of
Living
Surviving
Maintaining
Trying to keep your sanity
Feels like a chore
A job
A mission that has yet to be
Accomplished
The one obstacle
Obstruction
Encumbrance
that stops one from reaching
Their True Potential
is the mindset of
The Madman
that is
One's Own Being.
Sometimes I just
Can't Stand it
Can't stand the
Fact
That this world is
Full
Of horrible people
Can't stand how
Some of
Us
Don't realize
The trouble
We're in
Can't Stand it
I just Can't
Stand it
I cant stand
the fact that
my people
are being killed
shot down
For a hustle
they tryna
put down
im as black as
midnight
as white as the
white chalk
you see around a
dead body
i cant stand it
i cant take this
madness
i
i need for you
to understand
why
why i cant
take it
cant stomach it
cant breathe it
why i just
cant
stand it
For the longest time
I've felt this world to be
Fiction
Everyone not being true to themselves
Being who they really want to be
Who they
Desire
To be
They usually just go with the flow
And don't think twice
I have always had this
Gut feeling
That one day world would become
Emotionless
Numb to the pain
The Suffering
Not be able feel what's
Real
No one knows their true nature
Because of society's messed up
Double standards
Is life really all about
***?
Drugs?
Wealth and Women?
Living lavish lifestyles?
No. Not at all
But it'll be too late before
People
Realize that most of everything
They See in life
Is always and Forever
FICTION.
Everytime I turn
Around
I see fake people
Evrywhere I look
People always use
Foreplay
As an escape from
Reality
Escape from
Themselves
How they live
like this
I will never
Understand
I just can't
believe
why people
foreplay
their entire lives
juts to be accepted
by society
maybe its just me
the only person
that feels
this way
then again
no one really
cares about my words
I am who i am
Who i was meant to
Be
There is no one like
Me
That can
Be me
That really know
Me like
I know me
I am who i am
An original
Not a copy
I'm the creator
not the distributor
maybe
maybe there'll be
A day
Where people
Learn that
They are who they are
For i will not force
Anything goo
Onto anyone
Just to get them to
Understand that
They are who they are
We are who they are
But the one
Thing
I want
people
To Understand is
that
I am
Who
I
Am
Here I am
Wondering still
about life's trials
and tribulations
Everyday I start to
Think
Think about how life has
Changed me
How I still wonder
Around
In My Mind
I feel as though
Maybe I need
To lead
Anew life
Starting to
learn new things
Might be
My way out
Meet New People
For a
Change
Maybe get a
Change of Pace
After all
This is
Supposed to be my
New Beginning
why
why does it exist
temptation
thats one thing that i never understand
maybe its just me
because when i look at
temptation
its almost as if people draw
it
toward them
not the other way around
then again what do i know
i am only 15
what could i possibly know about
temptation
or maybe its the
"fact"
that most people believe
that us
black
people are just the main reason that
temptation
exist. Like seriously
cause this makes no sense
but temptation
temptation i realize
come from deep within
temptation is drawn form a very
dark and cold place
within someone
but to me
temptation is
pretty *******
then again
like i said
what could a 15 yr old
know about
the power of temptation
I've been gone for a while so I'm gonna try and get back in the groove of writing what seem to be my feelings. I guess.
Sometimes I wonder
Around in my
Thoughts
Just to occupy
My inner self
See, here's the thing
About
My thoughts
They can be
Crazy
Amazing
Stupid
Funny
It doesn't matter
My personal
Thoughts
Can be
indecisive
indeciferable
Sometimes if you
Think
About it
A person's Thoughts
Could Mean
the Future
For Our
Crazy World...
Or could it?
Do you really
Understand?
i suppose not
If you do i really
Can't Tell
Help me
Understand
I'm so confused
i need understanding
this isn't working out
i cant help myself
oh
But you don't understand me?
well
let me help you
every f**
Day
i wake to go to
a place
where people
******* kids
act like *******
all the ******* time
not towards me of course
but towards people
who are defenseless
helpless
against someone
who happens
to be bigger
but little do they
know
that same person
has a much worse life
then them
i need you to
understand
understand why
I'm the way
I am
But hey
you don't want to do that
do you
every **** day
people don't
understand
why I'm angry
dead on the inside
and you still don't understand
maybe because most
people
in the world
are selfish
lying
conniving
******!!!
Oh
but I'm the
Crazy one?
please.
let me help you
Understand
Understand why
I am
the way
I am.
Understand this
Understand me
understand why I'm angry
understand my emotion
i just
need you
TO UNDERSTAND.
I'm unknown
so unknown the world
doesn't even know i
exist
so unknown that
i don't know who i
really am
this is only the beginning
of what is to come
the answer will be
unknown
how to stop it
but do you really want to
stop it
stop it all from happening
its too late
the unknown already has you
in its grip!!!
all you see is
a figure similar to your build
height
weight
hair
among other things
you think that its you but
you
cant
tell
you begin to piece things
together
you might as well say that
the unknown is a
clone of you
but
the figure then says
"you are relentlesssssss"
hissing at you
like a snake
then you begin to realize
the unknown
is really
your worst fear
becoming your worst nightmare
but you also begin to realize
becoming the unknown
will be the epiphany
of living
like a king
Well                              
This one word
Defines a lot of
Things
A lot of
People
A lot of
Me
Some of me
Is no
Well
Well
A word that
Everyone
Uses
They use it
To lie
About how they
Really feel
About how they
Know they wish
To be
Well
This word
No one really
Realizes it
Knows what it
Really means
I guess that's
Just me
As usual
Just ranting
About
Well
You might be
Wondering
Why use this
Word
Here's my
Answer: it's used out of
******* context
All the ****
Time
I'm tired
Of this
"Why so
Angry?"
You ask.
"Calm down"
You say.
Well
Guess what
I don't give
A ****
About what
You think!
Always being
Criticized over
*******
But what can i say
I just
Be feeling
Well.

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