Definition

Charasmatic
Im an addict
Addcited to infatuations
And shadows that follow me because im forsaken
God never told i was supposed to be breaking;
Out
Of my box
All i see is the plot
Of the story that i havent written
God put a track in front of me
He said boy run until your soles bleed
But my soul has left me
Deep down im so empty
And these drugs that i intake
For a short period of time i feel great
But the darkness creeps up
My friends tell me to speak up
But for what?
Cus society wont change
All they care about now is the same
Money this and money that
I just want real hip hop back
Thats what got me through
When the sky seemed to be 50 shades of blue
And only real image was the image of you
Im sorry that i let you down
Im sorry that i never gave my queen her crown
Cus its like a tsunami in my mind
My thoughts try to grasp air but its time
To drown them out and rebuild myself from inside
And figure out how to heal the parts of me that i cant find
Depression is a real thing
She is the voice in my dreams
Telling me everything aint what i seems
I cant lie to myself anymore
Ive lost my happiness long ago
Everytime i hit the blunt everything clears
And suddenly i dont fight away the tears
Cus now im reflective
Introspection deep within in my contexts
You the read the pain
You can feel the words
You can tell im down
You can tell i hurt
You can tell there is so much more in store
Like an open inventory of my horrors
A ship is safe in a Harbor but thats not what ships are for
Lost in a sea of dead thoughts, trying to find the shore
I just ask God what is my true purpose
Because these words only bring things to the surface
They dont relieve the pain that i seem to worship
And hide behind these spherical curtains
My eyes
They decieve me
Cus things don't always seemed so easy
But life is full people with attitudes
And the devil lays down different avenues
To try and get me to follow
Instead of the path that God developed
It all just seems like a giant set up
How can i worship what i cant see?
How can authorities tell me how to be me?
How can a professor tell me i dont deserve
The grade cus my skin color doesn't match hers
How can i live in a country
Whose sole purpose is the feeding of money
To a group of old wolves who are ever so hungry
Even though they ate my freedom
Malled my dreams
Split my ambition between them
While they watched me scream
God please
Come to me show me where i went wrong
Show me why these emotions are so strong
Show me why i push every one away
Especially the guy in the mirror that i see everyday.
Emotions in waves
Feelings hang above me like planes
And i follow them like a slave
On a underground railroad where parts of me are displayed
Like dead corpses on some sort of sick holocaustal runway
But i must say,
In losing my soul i gained the knowledge
To fight against it all without any violence.
With only my words and thoughts, cus the pen is mighty
All i ask of you is to never let these words define me.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741