Don’t tell me to fit your mold

Your road was paved with glitter & gold,

Mine broken, to the corrupt it was sold

Crumbling buildings, abandoned souls

Broken & bruised

Maimed & confused

forgotten & used..

Your brain privileged,

Mine surrounded by hate, infused

Into my brain, trying to claim anything

I could as a positive gain

When most would have crumbled

I rose…

like a flower in concrete

Always taking in the heat..

But somehow able to defeat

All the odd stacked up against me….

 

I already changed my shoes from running

Looks are deceiving, don’t judge me hunny

You’re fake and confused

Spiritually broke, you think it’s funny

But I’m not laughing

What’d it cost you for that money?

 

Don’t tell me to listen to what I’m told

I’ve questioned everything

A pessimist, optimism on hold,

Everyone close,

Seems to quickly break their mold,

Sold themselves in plastic packaging,

Then unveieled themselves as cold,

The type admired by many

But sociopathic like bold

To those who dealt with that type

Who’s character eventually folds

Who’s persona turns out fake,

Self inflicted scars they don’t show

Posing as victims,

wish mythological creatures

Would make the wind blow

Bring them down one at a time

For everytime their ego stepped out of line..

Make them look down humbly,

For their self perpetuated bind

 

I already changed my shoes from running

Looks are deceiving, don’t judge me hunny

You’re fake and confused

Spiritually broke, you think it’s funny

But I’m not laughing

What’d it cost you for that money?