mental correctional facility

Mental Correctional facility 
By Nashon kemp 
Im Not a poet, nor never was I 
Just  an empty pole with 6 or 7 holes...
Or so the story was told 
My psychiatrist said  I'm a motherfucking psychopath
As if I'm really mean and 
deemed me mentally unstable...
I was forced to be think I'm a push over not one more shall get over me...
Put my horse on cables 
And ride it till its well never alive sorta like Cain and able...
Going threw my mind on my backside with rope and cable 
Down this slope of indiffrencial thinking...
It'll take too long but I'll just sit and wait for that thought to sink in...
Watch the toilet flush...
Love to fell the rush as a million 
Chainsaws are sounding off...
Blood like paint on my canvas look at the organs as they spill and perform my creation...
What i want to do I'm told not so Instead I get me GTA5 and kindly go shot up 5 or 6 blocks 
Sound the alarm put me away but I'll never go so quietly...
For they can't shut up my brain...
Thoughts pouring out like the rain giving me chills...
Watch the snow fall as this skin I peel....
This costume so fake allow me to scrape up these remains of this with my bloody  rake...
Allow me to drop this pad and pen before I write something I should never say now you can see into my soul...
I suggest to turn back before it becomes too late for grace... 
Cuz I travel the path that gets foggy and groggly as it gets old...
Heart so cold sorta like all the stories already told...
Never seen my future but here living in my past is getting old...
Beauty held by those deemed worthy I'm the most unfortunate...
Never seen a beautiful girl hanging out with or dating a desolate soul...
the story of my life told every night now starting to get too old...
Barried by the various sins I committed...
Yet upon those sins I have yet to be omitted and forgiven...
Transgressions  practiced like  lessons yet never learning from them...
Smoke filling the lungs of the lost can never find those on the cross...
Baptized in the worlds sins and carried the worlds burdens to die on the cross...
But really at what cost; humanity is just hopeless...
Thus why people hope less...
Simplicity king like a spinless heartless fool...
Once u get that you'll feel like ur in preschool again about to drool...
This world and these people need to learn more from life and stop such a focus on school...
Fuck trying to be cool...
I'm not trying to be 
A tool for society allow me to break some
Off...
Fuck trying to be cool 
I'll try to be me im no fool...