it feels like my mind is clouded by thoughts
i try to express it through jots of a pen
its like connectin the dots, i start with a rhyme

move on one at a time, until i form a line
that relates to the challenges i tend to face
its like im in space, i cant breath with the pressure

i scream to my team but, guess what
nobodies there, im alone n i bare
my own fate as i care-

lessly walk, or should i say
care less as i talk
with every syllable i get invincible

to pain, as if im full of benadryl
but still i seem to feel
like im gettin stabbed by everyone, i cant

really express the feeling, i just tend to rap
it out, too bad none of you
truelly know what im talkin about

im lost in a croud
and when i try to shout
the noise just blocks me out

black clouds seem to follow me around
n the thunder's just gettin too loud
lightnin pumpin me full of electricity

givin me the energy to stay strong
through all of these incidents
so instead of gettin caught up

i start writtin sentences
this %#@!s become another sense
too bad it isnt makin me any cents

parents say i need an education
well what if i dont like the education system
personally, our world wouldnt be the same

if martin luther king went to school
so why the $#&@ should you


sit back, and take a look at my file
see the reason that im teasin you with a smile
decievin you while deep within

i seem to cringe because i feel like
my life is dependant on a rusty hinge
n at any minute that %#@! could snap

followed by the slow clap
of mr evil himself, puts me on a shelf
for the world to see as if i have free-

dom, but no one could hear me yell for help

its as if hes persuadin me to sell myself

ive never felt so lost n so hurt
you can mock all you want
but the taunts wont ever burn

cuz as long as earth continues to turn
ill continue to learn that words
only hurt when theyre heard

n if they do, ill make sure i call my whole herd
and turn you into dessert
i go berserk, unleash the demon within

scream n cut open your skin
its sad to admit
n trust, it's as sad as it gets

but my pen is my only friend
itll stay with me until the very end
unless they create like an ipad 8

with it already built in
but even then, ill be punctured by dusty pins
in my back, walkin alone with my rusted limbs

feet scrapin on the path
heart still made out of glass
and with a single tap

it seems to crack
n the journey finally comes to an end
and the door falls off of its rusty hinge