Atlas

My mind is deep

Stessing even when resting

confessions of a desperate skeptic having to adress all these depressing lessons

like an helpless adolences.... shaking my head

aniexty isnt a joke neither

nervousness and fear go off the meter

you're often feeling akward breathing and thoughts be reeling.

those who dont understand hate it I call it Satan

sometimes its blatent other times ive mistaken they fakness

thought we was creating relations when deep down there heart was blazing with haterd

so heres to all the ones ive left in my rear view

all those far and wide near too

10 years from now lets see where youre all at.

because this poem right here put me on the map.