Why you throwing rocks?

You wanna kill my dreams?

OK

Tell me everything I'm  not 

You think I didn't know those things?

I'm my own worst critic

This is a poem not spittin 

I know that i'm alive but I aint living.

Keep your thoughts to yourself I dont want your opinion.

Dreams keep my heart beating

Give me a reason to live

this poem is real yeah I aint bleating

me and my own concious need to have a meeting

if you wanna come and judge I aint gonna give you a nice greeting.

All my dreams tucked away 

Until I can let em out, until the day

when I deem it's safe to show who I am

aint intersted In all the glam.

-Caden L.(me)