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Love It
I was always told I could do it if I just put my mind to it,
But I've encountered so much hate that I hesitate to pursue it.
But in time I found a way to turn that hate into fluid,
And it keeps my fire burning with the passion I need to prove it.
I just hope I never lose it- And that I'm always able to use it,
I can't just set it on the shelf- 'Cuz then my talent it useless.
To reduce this down to nothing- Is like taking my heart away,
A Penny for my thoughts ain't enough- So I do things the Harda-way.
My days are always dark and gray- No good can come of what I am,
A mind stronger than 10 brick walls- But I walk on unstable land.
Full grown and still unable to stand- No longer a boy but still not considered a man.
I am what I am- But to me, others' thoughts don't mean much,
Fuck the world because even "friends" turn their back- I know because I've seen such.
I've never seen trust- Or should I say, I've never given it,
The stuff you read on paper is my life- And everyday I'm living it.
I was told to talk to God and in return happiness would be considered,
Well I guess he didn't listen and somehow forgot to deliver it.
There's really no hard feelings- The hard part is actually dealing,
With all the bullshit I've been dealt- My minds been burnt and now it's pealing.
Life is no longer appealing- I'm tired of concealing my heart from the public,
But once I let loose and you realize the truth- You'll have no choice but to love it.
(C) Tha Poet
