Rubber Band Man
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There goes the rubber band
Not much of a story? Let me start from the top
Its the story of a young man
Pulled in all directions
Angered about the focus of his affections
Also angered at everything else
His emotions abandoned their previous state of stealth
He was just full of untapped negative energy
Pools so deep, when at the bottom you can no longer see
Just raw emotion
Handing out endless devotion
To those he knew to be unworthy
It killed him to think others thought he would work for free
Consumed by a pseudo of a relationship
He didn't have the strength to get out of it
Well truthfully he didn't have a better option to choose
And all this emotion he swears left a bruise
He bent over backwards
He carefully chose his words
He used all his energy
He found it hard to see
He didn't fight back
He broke his emotional back
He popped his rubber band
He was just a man
He died inside
He just acted like he was alive
He is I
I am he
All that turmoil, why?
You see
Its one thing to be oppressed
And powerless to get out of the mess
Its an entirely different situation when the power is available
But in the process will black out the block's power, phones, and cable
So much responsibility
Actions must be tempered with civility
So the choice
Die and hope to be a hero
Or become a villain with a creepy voice
Choose between Julius Caesar and Nero
But history would look no different
My life is of no consequence
A concerned friend would try to tell me that I'm important and people care
Opinions on this topic we don't share
Yes I have untapped potential to achieve greatness
Yes I have the ambition and the prowess
But I am tormented inside
This truth I can no longer hide
I have anger issues
I've been subject to misuse
I feel like I don't belong
We are not attracted to the same kind of song
It started out as just being indifferent
But it turned into getting detached from reality and just emotionally spent
Leading to depletion
And thus deletion
Of my self
I used to dream of power, change, and wealth
Now I don't dream
My head is too busy turning my anger into steam
Thats figurative
But when my emotional rubber band snaps how can I live?
I found that the answer
To how I could be this cancer
Is to let it all out
No punches held or self doubt
I could turn all the rage
Into beautiful words on a page
Now I'm addicted
To helping others who are afflicted
Because I know what its like to be alone
With a heart of stone
But poetry helped soften my heart
It now explodes with passion to fix the things that have fallen apart
So to best explain what goes on, I'll take the onomatopoeia from the top
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