Never would I have thought that I had a desire to be a writer,
piecing letters and words together because my mouth couldn’t do any better,
maybe I did strive to be a poet,
but I never had the confidence to show it,
but to my peers, I could never promote it,
marketing myself just for motivation,
but the negativity came back in waves of degradation,
to believe in myself had to be a fantasy,
and my loved ones cheered at my misery,
low self-esteem and fugazi support was the trigger,
maybe it killed the quitter,
because there’s no stopping this bus,
big or short,
the finish line is a must,
laugh through your phones,
but if you look closely there’s a reflection,
laugh at my pain for your own protection,
that’s the result of being vulnerable,
the result of faking being tough,
while no one will call it honorable,
we know it won’t take much to call your bluff,
don’t change your thoughts and views now that you’ve been exposed,
don’t say you love me and how everyone knows,
you haven’t been there since the beginning and history shows,
Beating me down during times I needed a hand,
A smirk from ear to ear as your cosigners cheer,
And instantly a frown grows,
As I rise against the obstacles
The buttons on the keyboard click,
Writing my thoughts and emotions,
Maybe the words might mean something one day,
Maybe if I keep throwing stuff at the wall,
Something will stick,
Maybe vulnerability won’t leave me too open,
Maybe someone would finally listen to what I have to say,
But maybe,
Just maybe,
I’ll be proud of myself,
Because I tried and when I tried,
I gave it my all