Why do some people hate being rich?

You have long arms so you can reach that itch 

 

Its a blessing to be smart

But rarely do you do anything from the heart

 

Indecisive, all decisions coming from the head

Stuck in a rut with feet like lead

 

Maybe youre never wrong

Or you can hit every note in a song

 

Either way you've got something to embrace

Something that people chase

 

And covet

They love it

 

To have your abilities and to be blessed

Yet when you let them interfere it can make a mess   

 

Because they all want something from you

Not you, and it tears away at the glue

 

That holds you together

When you feel as vulnerable as a feather

 

I believe every blessing has a curse

Just like every person is going to need a hearse  

 

Is it ever right to sacrifice art?

Is it ever right to break a heart?

 

Questions full of intrigue

Its blessings that get you to the league 

 

And its the curse that drives you nuts

Mishandled, is your work in the hands of a klutz

 

Overcame

All I see is rain

 

Wanting to change the world at once

Yet I waste time explaining myself to a dunce

 

So is the blessing truly worth the curse?

You pay all that money for a purse? 

 

Should I continue to let my time and blessings waste?

Your food isnt going any where whats the haste?

 

It goes cold

This has been foretold

 

The curse

At its worst

 

Leads to stifled expression

Yielding constant anxiety and depression

 

Unsure of which way to turn

Creativity slowly churns

 

The fire of the art has left

Or has there been a theft?

 

Severely controlled so creativity began to choke

Looking for a way to say it can't breathe

When its gone its dead 

Its not broke

It will not come back once it leaves

We must value the thoughts in our head

 

Our blessings we must embrace

Our inner problems we must face

 

Because those that "have it all together" don't. Looking for help is something they won't. Do. Because no one around them has the right glue. It is a personal journey. I feel that mine has begun to burn me. Unsure if what signs mean. Mentally starving, I'm lean. I need something more. It isn't sold in a store. I need a mental connection. That glows over time like the subject of heat convection. Looking for a way to use the blessings I have. Its not a matter that produces a laugh. 

Not just physical. 

Trickle

Down

My frown

Pain

Rain

Stain

Of blood

Drained

On me

Self trained

Hard to see

Right

In my plight

A waste?

Losing taste

Feels like hell

Dry

In a cell

Escape? 

I constantly try

Why?

Am I

This way

Cant fly

Must stay

On ground

Mind turning round

No shape

Tape

Cant fix

This mix

Of bitterness and hate

Wait

Problem 

Stop them

Creativity sucked

*Bang* i ducked

Still hit

Light

Not lit

Might

Jump

Stop

No lump

Run a cop

Embarrassed

Attack 

Of a terrorist

No tact

Dead

Softly tread

Former self

Disgusted with wealth

Deteriorating health

Hidden with stealth

Mission failed 

Train derailed

Cursed

Burst

From the inside

I hide

Bye

Why?

Love

No

Show

Its over