MY CRANIUM IS CURRENTLY IN COMPRESSION MODE,

EMOTIONAL OVERLOAD

I DO MY BEST TO HOLD IT IN

BUT THAT'S FAST FEELING LIKE A SIN



SICK OF CONVERSATING WITH PEOPLE WHO THINK THAT THEY CAN RELATE TO ME,

WHEN BLATANTLY,

MY FRUSTRATION HAS A LEVEL OF PAIN THAT THEY FAIL TO SEE.

SO WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST LET ME BE?



HOW TUPAC SAID, 'I EXIST IN THE DEPTH OF SOLITUDE'

SO WHEN I DON'T COME ACROSS AS TALKATIVE,

PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M BEING RUDE.

BUT WHEN CAUGHT UP IN MY THOUGHTS,

I'M FAR FROM EASILY AMUSED



THE TASTE OF BLOOD HAS BECOME FAR TOO FAMILIAR

FROM ALL THE OCCASIONS OF BITING MY TONGUE

REPEATEDLY MADE TO FEEL THAT MY VIEWS DON'T COUNT

SIMPLY BECAUSE I AM 'YOUNG'.



BUT MY CONNECTION TO THE UNIVERSE PROVIDES ME WITH A UNIQUE STRENGTH,

A HUMBLE FORM OF CONFIDENCE,

THAT ENSURES ME THAT ONE DAY MY WINGS WILL BE FULLY SPREAD,

NO MORE STRESS ON MY HEAD

NO MORE HURTING MYSELF IN ORDER TO HELP OTHERS

IN SIMPLE TERMS.. MY MIND STATE WILL BE EXCEEDINGLY GOOD!

SO I REMAIN PATIENT AND FAITHFUL

WHILST JUDGMENTAL MINDS CONTINUE TO HAVE ME MISUNDERSTOOD