How can I explain how I’m feeling?
How can I say to you that I’m going insane?
How can I speak of my desires?
When your desire is for me to be a liar?
How can I chill?
When all I have in my soul is fire?
All my life I fight these demons.
But I feel alone: ripped at the seams.
This pain I feel,
Is not only physical.
The pain I feel is also spiritual.
I have hopes and dreams.
But it’s all taken from me.
I have deceived destiny,
Or so it may seem.
I overcame all odds.
I am a miracle.
But what does that mean?
My fate is a continuum.
I am in a time-lapse.
I continue to lose the battle.
No I don’t mean of raps.
No I don’t mean my confidence rattles.
I mean I fight everyday with my health,
My body and soul.
I fight everyday to not feel so cold.
I fight everyday to find a reason.
I fight everyday and that’s why I’m bold.
I don’t need to hear the words.
I know I disappoint.
Every look I get hurts like a sword,
A sword ripping through me.
I keep hoping everyone sees.
That I keep fighting,
Even if it’s just for glory.
I will not continue to bore you all,
With my pain, my story.