Made It, Ma! Poem by matt fromm

On top of the world
And everything looks so small from up here
I swear I thought only good could come from my honesty.
I know sometimes it hurts, though
All the pride & joy I felt
When I felt
And when I felt, it was good
But rarely did I feel good.
Stronger and faster than most
Or at least that’s what I thought;
Yes I could move like a cheetah
but where I was running
I really don’t know.
Like my Mama always told me,
I stood firm against the wind
When it tried to knock me down.
I did the best that I could
With the tools that I was given;
I fought myself the way I fought others.
Maybe I expected too much.
Angels and Demons live inside,
Fight inside,
Made me run and hide
Always conflicted and inflicted
Feeling so crucified
But always staying true to myself,
I never compromised.
The world is a brick wall and I’m the man with the spray can.
Back and forth they went
But only up will I go.
I’ll never know if I was strong enough to complete my mission
The 2 unstoppable forces always going head to head;
I could never keep the peace
No matter how hard I tried
The battle within became a war.
Why couldn’t it decide to be one big heart?
The honest words that I spoke were mistaken for bullets
No matter how soft I whispered.
I hope and pray I helped to pave a way
Before my time was up
Bid them a farewell for me
Before I go
And when the lady in black cloak takes my hand…
Anticipation will mount eventually you’ll just assume that I died,
Assume the pain is gone
But once again
There’s always been the 2 inside
Demons aren’t the only ones that hide.
I may parish from this place but will forever remain
Too many years I’ve been hearing the same words
Again and again they go
This place ain’t big enough for the 2 of us.
So these earthly remains are sealed up in the box,
I’ll take one of 2 with me on over to the other side.
Angel or Demon
I can’t decide, I don’t know yet
One thing for sure is that I’ll never die
Till I decide to go.