STARRING INTO A BLACK HOLE

Being forceful never brings out the greatest in you, it only takes out the soul in you, it tears out what you're supposed to do. Having no reason or clue, you sit on your thoughts confused, believing nothing is meant for you. You keep having proof of skill, but you're still overlooked, but you're still willing to make sacrifices to make yourself a better hook, and you can, just take a look. You're powerful, and you're skilled, your passion makes a thrill. Some look up to you because they get chills, they relate to you, because you keep it real. Your not forceful, your freewill. Your words are not anxious, there payments, to help others who can't speak for themselves. A warriors call, my honest jester. I've made myself better, so I won't fall into paths that lead to anger, or empty beer bottles, pills, or depression, or low life thugs that lead to destruction. I kept my blackhole distant from my profession, because I don't want a jumpsuit thirty years to life, when I am the message. This is what I'm meant to be, a poet speaking like it's supposed to be, in fair proof and honesty, this is the road for me.