Homeless

by Green's

January 26, 2015

I hang around In this room I pretend that I own,

I feel so ungreatfull for the life I've been thrown,

and the friends I have grown,

In a house full of homies and I still can't help feeling alone,

understood… but unknown,

a life I choose in good health,

to protect me, from myself, I need help!

And I wake up confused and mentally bruised,

because I do the same thing that do,

everyday its the same,

and I hold it back, show no rage,

although I feel like I'm sleeping in a cell as a slave,

and stupid me, here I am wondering why all of this has happened,

asking were everyone went when I'm the one who unfastened,

but I still feel as though there is a place for my madness,

a home when I have less,

and one day when I have used all my pain,

and am upon the last ounce of stress,

I know I will have nothing to look down on,

but an ocean of bliss.

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Green's

I could not love my country any more than i do, but the people who run it descust me, my name is Cameron, At the age 3 i was diagnosed with adhd, and very shortly after was precribed pharmacutical methamphadamine whitch i stopped taking after elementary school, i do not have a job beacuse irefuse to be a corperate slave, and i dropped out of high school at 17 beacuse i could see through the school systems brain wash bull, and now i am my own enterpranuer/self contractor, oh and i also would not mind expressing myself.

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