Four shadows/outrage

Everybody dies but don't nobody live if you fucking with me best believe I'm a kid.

Bottom line.

She liked my pic.

I waited and posted another.

The cycle repeated for about an hour.

I think she liked me.

But I'll never tell her I dreamed of her being wifey.

She's my Instagram inspiration worth miles of despicable desperation. And

My words aren't mistaken.

I practice somersaults.

I'm an Olympic gymnast.

Been docked points for rumors of some assaults.

Just found out that

Shady said it first.

But we all live in someone's shadow.

She dms me I wait and act friendly.

But the moment I mention anything date related she unfollows blocks and unfriends me.

That's how it's always been b.

How it'll always be.

Depression hits the hardest when your  always depressed.

See my depressions fueled by the lessons I learn.

And the lessons I learn are humiliating.

So I'm full of humility.

I'm quite as fuck yet charming ugly yet equipped with some tips that'll make a girl twitch quick.  

But nowadays if you ain't fuck boy quality.

You ain't getting it.  

If you don't pack a size 10 dick and yours is only an  8 1/2 and his is a 9 you aint getting it.

I can make her laugh make her day but at the end with him she'll stay. I'm not getting it.

I know some tricks that'll leave a trick tripping.

I can baptize a room with the juices that'll flow from you from just one minute of pearl flicking.

I know I get it he's cute and that's all you want.

Well I may not physically attract but take my shirt off and there also goes your caps.

I know you want to do just look back.

My ability to craft words to one might sound absurd till I kill a verse and slaughter a verb.

And do some shit that ain't ever been heard.

But all that included you gonna leave here and say Daym he was nice.

But his face wasn't right.

His color isn't my type.

Have fun you cynics with your cynicism.

I'm chilling with my four shadows in the night.

By day I speak of the foreshadows for the tonight.

Bass booming I know that party sucks but y'all will be drunk by the end of the night.

Then regret your decisions yet boast as if they are meaningful accomplishments.

Ya motherfuckers are a waste of a life.

 

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