I CAN'T ESCAPE MYSELF
Zaemon T Clark, tell me how are you doing G. Are you avoiding me. So you can try to get rid of me? Here's the thing Z, I live Inside you mentally. There no escape from me. No matter how you feel of me. I just wanted to catch up to see how you were doing. Oh I forgot you quit your job to actually become a poet. Tell me zae in truth was it really worth it? I see no one paying attention to your writing, it's all worthless. You wrote two books to try and become a success. you only sold zero copies. Doesn't that feel like a bitch? You mine as well quit, your words do not exist. Your speaking to deaf ears. No one gives a shit. I'm the only one here, I actually do exist. I'm the shadows in your peripheral, that you tend to miss. I'm the ringing in your ears, that you don't want to hear. I'm the depression in your mind, that eats at your spirit. I'm the suicidal thoughts, you keep fearing. You can't escape me. I love you to much to let you go Z. You can't keep pushing me away. you'll always see me in your reflection. No one's going to save you. They don't care about your message. Doesn't it hurt to know that you're neglected. You claim to be the good son caring about the kids. The parents don't want you. your to much in your head. You don't want to see little Tommy growing up being just like you. We already have one, we really don't need two. It all hurts doesn't it? Your mind doesn't care for you. You Think love wants you, when it doesn't. your to insecure. Call tati, she'll tell you too. It feels great being here fucking with your thoughts. You want to tell the whole world how much your net worth is? I'll give them a second to figure out what it is. I don't think they will, because they won't find a cent. You Started your own business to look like an express. Now you're isolated in a room looking like a trivial mess. Your trying stay bald, so you won't grow your hair like a homeless man. The entire world knows you don't have any biggest fans. Your number one fan is your number two hand, when you master bait. I'm sorry was that to much, did I strike a nerve? You'll be alright. Now I'm gonna hit you where it really hurts. You want be be the best like your Stephen king, or Tom Clancy, or Stan Lee. Here's the thing, their only dreams. You need to go to college, how your family wanted you to. You say it's not for you, because you bearly graduated highschool. Who knew a 2.5 GPA could get you this far. You're not worth it. This is just a hobby, no one's going to support. You got the military knocking at your door. You're not going to make it zae, so keep your powers unrestored, and always remember one thing nigga. You got nothing to live for.
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