Am I the bystander to this wreck on the highway I call life or was I the one behind the wheel. I wont kneel down, wont let them steal, nobody is going to rob what makes me. The onlookers helpless eyes witness to my cries as I run through red lights repeating my mistakes. Looking at those who gave into greed, all of those who are fake; they don't realise whats at stake. because when you pretend it takes--it takes away from whats true-whats defines you. The kids who are real are in dire need. Because tonight I'm looking at a crowd of liars that out number me ten to one. Those fakes, and fucking cowards. Can you see beyond their faces. Can you see that fake that i hate, look at yourself I know you can you relate. I ask you: Be bold. Be blunt and be unafraid of society's consequences. Be you. I'm raging on with self gratification and not a feeling of fucking disinclination.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
For the last years I've been rowing through an ocean of tar and I haven't gotten too far. I have had all the chances, so many opportunities, known the rewards and cast it all away to the abyss to sink down in the cold depth. My compass is broken leaving me lost and directionless. Can't ask for help when I feel so alone like I'm trapped on an island surrounded by my emotional ship wrecks. Starring to the stars just too many to much handle. How do i push on when all my dreams have become a scandal? So I'll watch others sail by with the gale. When my pace is as slow as a snails. Sometimes struggling i go through life not expected to tread on by anyone still I do to prove to my self true, its time now i set sail from this desolate wasteland and on to the ocean blue.