Treasure Island

Travis Johnson

(06 Sept 86 / Evansville, IN)

Anger Issues Pt.1


So people say they love me
I don't think that's right
Cause they don't even call
To say f***in hi
And my anger is bubbling
It stands so high
I'm 5 foot 10
But I feel 10 foot 5
I came to disrespect
I don't care if yall don't like
Cause I'm standing on the freedom of speech
That's why I don't care what I write
So if you have a problem with it
Bring it to the light
So I can take your sunny day
And turn it into night
Choke you so long
Your last breath tells you bye
I'm painting a pretty picture
That shines so bright
Then I throw black on it
Represents the demons inside
After this anger is my only friend
And he stands by my side...

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

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