No One Knows

Tue, 11/06/2012 - 20:18 -- joffyjr

No one knows how I feel or what I really think.
SOme people might be shocked some probably won't be able to blink.
Is it wrong for me to want more?
AM i wrong for buying everything but dutches at the corner store?
I dont think I'm better. Because I came from this.
weed flled hallways. Staircases full of piss.
Excuse me if it's harsh, but something's must be said.
Like if I failed. Let's face it who the hell would really care?
see I want it more than they know.
I have more than I show. Like a balloon with too much air. I'm just waiting to blow.
waiting for my time.
Waiting to claim the throne.\Striving for all the things I can call my own.
My pain is what drives me.
I've felt more than you know & I've learned that sometime its ok to grow.
What they fail to realize, is I'm much more than they can fathom.
I'm striving for more than Bentelys and new phantoms......

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