Crazy
Crazy how you’d give a nigga yo last
Take a bullet for his ass but he’d be quick to put you in his past
Questioning your loyalty like why you even gotta ask?
Crazy how they’ll be quick to call you crazy & say you were never loyal
When you’d get down on your knees like a peasant & treated them like they were royal
Crazy how they forget all the good deeds you’ve done for them but remember the bad
Had to broadcast my pain put in a newspaper ad
Crazy how they can make you feel so high then make you feel so low
Actions speak louder than words & the hate you give is beginning to show
Paint a picture for em they still couldn’t see my pain
Mental terrorism got stress on my brain
I deserve a peace of mind & heart
Everybody wants to feel like they’re sane
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Aspire to inspire before I expire. Poetry has moved me since my early teenage years as I would even sit in class writing poetry tuning everyone out. I was bullied pretty much all throughout high school & that’s when I really began writing out my struggles, my feelings, & my pain. My inspiration comes from everyday life. This is my peace. This is my expression. This is my diary.
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