NO TITLE FOR YOUR WORDS...
How did you miss that...
Might as Well called me stupid...
Don't give up.
Well gone and watch me fail...
You are stressed...
I show you strength but I bleed to try and show you as you laugh and say are you kidding me...
You need to be on it...
but It's break time I guess I will do something No need to relax..
You need to practice more...
you begin to See that I don't have it while I look at my reflection in the mirror and See everyone else turn round and round..
67..
before I could encourage myself there goes another rock that slammed in my face harder..
Hey Hey Hey...
Hi...
Haha you messed up again...
but I read before I spoke and I slipped up in front of a crowd of students who could give a damn on what I was saying as it matter to me... '
Can you wait ...
I take a deep breath And walk away...
Hey listen up ...
you know what forget it....
I start to shake and break... I have a headache..
DON'T LET THE FEAR OF FAILURE GET IN THE WAY OF YOU'RE SUCCESS.. LOOK AT ME BEING POSITIVE LOOK AT ME TRY AGAIN AND AGAIN LOOK AT IMANI .... WHY AM I TRYING WHY AM I CARING WHY AM I FEELING LIKE THIS...... TO LET THINGS SLIDE BUT THIS IS HOW I BECOME THIS.
NO TITLE BECAUSE THERE NO NAME TO CALL BULLSHIT AND THERE NO NAME TO CALL A PERSON WHO STUCK AND HAVE NO CLUE TO GET OUT.
This poem is about:
Me
