In First

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Hostile Is Good

I SOMETIMES THINK OF NOT BEING HERE/WOULD ONE LESS BE SHED IF I WERE TO FADE/A MASQUERADE OF HAPPINESS,WHEN ITS EASY TO BE ALONE, BEING IN LOVE IS NOT/I ROT/IN A WORLD THAT'S NOT MY OWN/I TAKE MY PLACE ON A THRONE OF THORNS/SAD AS THE DAY I WAS BORN/TO DIE/I LIE/WHEN I SMILE/MY FATHER'S CHILD/THIS I KNOW/BUT WHY DO I GROW IN PAIN/RAINING DOWN FROM EYES THAT CAN'T CRY ANYMORE/AND TO THINK THERE'S SO MUCH PAIN IN STORE/THE CHORE OF FAKE HAPPINESS/THE STRESS/OF TRYING TO BE SOMETHING YOU AREN'T CUT OUT TO BE AND FINALLY SEE-ING SOMEONE FOR WHO THEY REALLY ARE/INTERNAL SCARS FROM BATTLES FOUGHT AND LOST/THE COST WOULD BE MY SANITY.



I NEVER PLANNED TO BE THIS NUMB/DUMB/TO THE FACT THAT NOBODY LOVES ME FOR WHO I REALLY AM WHICH IS NOTHING/WHEN I NEVER HAD ANYHTING/AND I KNOW SOMETHING HAS TO CHANGE/IT'S STRANGE HOW SHIT NEVER GOES RIGHT/HOW QUICK I LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT'S GOING ON IN FRONT OF MY FACE/EYES ENTRACED WITH MISERY/COULD THIS BE THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE/UNTIL I'M LAID AT REST/I'LL PRAY FOR THE BEST/AND BRACE FOR THE WORST/AND BE GLAD THAT BRINGING UP THE REAR/ COULD SOMETIMES MEAN I'M IN FIRST.

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December 28, 2002
My cousin is rapper and he changed this poem into a song.

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I read this piece today and just felt compelled to tell you how incredible I found its flow to be -I usually read a poem once -unless I'm really diggin' it -alot of your stuff I end up reading twice but this one -I went through three times -I can't put my finger on its appeal to me but I think what it is -I get hypnotized by the tight flow and I want to keep going and then it ends so beautifully -I'm completely satisfied -thank you for this -I am rarely this impressed -keep stirring it up -much love -