LONELINESS

I don't know how to start this. So I'll just start typing. Leaving my mind in a place of writing. I can't keep a straight path from my brast thoughts that turn into ash. I feel masked in my lies of grass. I never take action through my words of wisdom. I just wanna start the drama, then play the victim. I can't see through the eyes of my lies. Because I play the word of define. That strikes the mind. I can always say, I've been one of a kind. who am I to say, I'm the lord of the rhyme. I never put myself higher than anyone's talent. I like to be humble from what I've accomplished. I'm a sad bean that uses writing as an escape. Because it's better than killing someone, or even rape. I'm a lonely person that needs his space. Don't think I can't make friends. I could if I wanted to, but my trust issues don't flow perfectly when it comes down to the most of you. So I live through my loneliness. Walking past hundreds of people everyday, not feeling accepted. I didn't do what everyone else did, I followed my message. I've been neglected for years for my common sense. I've been shaded for years from my skills of this. Now I'm starting to here all the bullshit from all of it. If you want to hear the true side of me, I'll show you. This is a peice that most don't want to see, because they're blindfolded. Some believe I take it to much to the head, because my eyes are open. I need to close them and be brain dead, like the rest of you fonies. Why can't I be honest for a minute, and tell you how I'm feeling. I can out rhyme every last one of you, if you give me a second. Especially when your brain dead not being able to stick to a message. Like who did it? Don't be an idiot, and try to use me as evidence. Most of you niggas are to sensitive. Not willing enough to deal with the petulant. When most of you be posting ignorant, then wanting to claim that I'm faceless. I'm a shark under water. My mind is to deep. Most say I'm the ocean, because the deeper you get, the more the pressure starts to weigh you down. Once you go inside my head, there's no getting out. I fight every chance I get. Because that's my only way out. I could fuck every girl until she's brainless, but that's not how I play out. I want someone who will understand that me being honest is my only play out. It's not for everyone, I understand that, but having one true love is the number one thing for me. But sometimes realism brings the death of me. Because I'm misunderstood by the world. Some start to think I'm a psychopath in my ballistic mind. When in truth, all I ever wanted was love from a queen, I could die with. Feeling happy in my haven. you don't know what it's like to be alone, when writing is all you have.