u gotta fight for everything
even to sing
i'm tired of fighting
tired of lighting;
up cigerate after cigerate
talking to idiot after idiot
of being shiz on
of them being a con
what's wrong with being pysco?
they call me loco
i'm just smart
at knowing how to tare people apart
you could say i got an evil mind
but at least the truth can be find
i'm just bold about things
truth just sings
i wont lie
even if u threaten to die
i am very quiet
becuz my mind is set
on if people are trying to maipulate me
for that's all i see
yes, i am paranoid
but at least i'm not unemployed
i dont believe that people has issues
just some pain layered tissues
just trying to find yourself
not pretending to be as happy as an elf
i might be depressed
but at least i'm not badly dressed
i might be wrong
but i wont be for long
i might drink
but at least i can think
i might do drugs
but at least i dont hallucinate about bugs
i might be bipolar
but at least i have a solar;
universe
and has a music verse
i might be suvicidal
but at least i can walk a mile;
in my shoes
and i can choose
i can do what i want
and wont care what or who will haunt
its my choice
its my poise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
freedom thinker it is your choice too great expression of one self