The moment your reality becomes imaginary,
the painted pictures you have in your mind,
turns to wrinkled pictures
that are now staring back at you.

And daily,
your constantly screaming to yourself
and fighting with the man in the mirror,
wondering what went wrong.

Well,
I actually find it quite symbolic
based upon your stubbornness,
and how you only wanted things your way
not wanting to listen to the pain you caused others.

So now guess what,
now you’re only left with
wrinkled pictures,stained with tears.

There are certain people
who appear to be normal on the outside
like the have it all together.
To me, these people remind me of walking statues,
that walk around wearing these big genuine
ridiculous phony smiles.

Once you go beneath the surface,
its a whole different world,
where silence is mostly spoken.

And when you’re in their presence
which,you’ll never know when,
or,where that will be.
So you must always stay on guard
because,they’re very observant,
and,very crafty in choosing their words wisely,
in order not to be detected.

And whatever you say,
or do,might come back
and haunt you.
But,this’ll all depend
on how conduct yourself.

At the same time
while you desperately walk on eggshells
trying not to slip up.
Insanity slowly begins its journey
into your mind,
torturing you with every passing second,
causing extreme sweating and
making your heart beat out of control.

And as long as you let them see your weakness,
they will continue to torture you with their fakness .

Every time I look into your eyes,
I’m reminded of our beautiful future,
that shines brighter then the sun.

And everyday,
I love watching the sunrise
and the sunsets in your eyes.

Then when I hear your smile,
I tell myself,
I can listen and,kiss her smile
all day and night.

You ask me why don’t I care.
What gave it away,
was it because I chose not
to acknowledging your rudeness
or lack of conscious.

So guess what,
if you don’t care,
then what makes you think I care.

And all those times
you’ve pushed me,
made feel less than human
and walked all over me,
like yesterday’s
and today’s trash.

You’ve even tried changing my name
to fit your ridiculous agenda.
How crazy is that.
So Im letting you know today!
I’m no longer your stepping stone.

You can’t tell me when to write,
or how my words should take flight.
What gives you that right,
don’t worry I won’t yell or fight,
I will always stay polite.
And just so we are clear,
my words are like fruit,
there always ripe.

You continuously ask me
why I won’t say hi to you.
And like I told you many times before,
I’m just waiting to tell you goodbye.

Remember all those times
I would say hi and
you act like you didn’t hear me,
or I even existed.

So now why all of a sudden
are you trying to get on my good side.
You’re too late,
that ship has already left.
You had your chance,
but you chose to judge me.

So the people who appreciate
and are not judgmental,
these are the people
who see me for who I am,
not for what they want me to be.
Who aren’t out for their gain,
but what’s good for our relationship .

Looks likes its a tuff crowd tonight,
and yes I have stage fright,
but that’s quite alright.
Because my words
will always deliver a powerful bite.

So matter what,
I will always fight racism
first with my left
then the knock with my right.

All this comes straight from my dome
where all my thoughts can freely roam.
And if don’t like what you hear,
then I suggest you stay home.

Day after day of listening to you
was pure torture.

And there were days
I wanted to take your words
and force feed them to you
to see how you like it.

Well you have pushed me way too far.
So now I will say something
and I suggest you brace yourself
as I calmly raise my voice.

Because my words
have been on edge
for way too long.

Just so you know,
my words aren’t afraid of you,
so don’t try catching them.
Because you will only be left
looking like an ass.

Your shadow tries leading you one way,
while at the same time
you try going the opposite direction.

Whe you desperately try to control your shadow,

your shadow laughs at you,

but only for your ears go hear.

It drives you absolutely crazy,
because you can’t tell your shadow
to shut up
without you looking crazy.

But once you realize
that the shadow you keep fighting with
is actually is you.

Then you’ll continually be tortured
on a daily basis
until you take your stand.

You say your door is open,
but your room is always closed.

So why won’t you let me in,
don’t you see me knocking.

How long
do you plan on having me
stand out here biting my tongue,

before blood starts filling my mouth
and drowning my words.