Travis Johnson

Rookie - 71 Points (06 Sept 86 / Evansville, IN)

This Man - Poem by Travis Johnson

This is what I came to do
what I was made to do
even through hard times
I wasn’t made to lose
my name is Travis Johnson
I’m not here to soothe
jus here to be me
that’s all I can ever do
you can even hate me
you could love me
when my back is on the wall
don’t walk up to me
thanks to the world
they made this of me
and when my dad died
my attitude turned ugly
look how I came on
maybe I’m dead wrong
you can’t save me
I’m to far gone
you can play me
like a slow song
and it’s still going on
because it’s pro-long
and I don’t understand
Do you understand?
How I turned out?
How I become this man?
nobody was there for me
to give out a helping hand
to me this world is cold
so I don’t need an f’in friend
and my mind is open
but my eyes are closed
all this tough pressure
got me in over-load
working so hard
bout to over-dose
nobody talks to me
nothing is what I was told
so I’m here for me
and I’m scared of me
look at what I wrote
how did this get to me
what I pro-mote
is violent poems and envy
Do you understand me?
Now do you get me?

Comments about This Man by Travis Johnson

  • (3/7/2010 3:40:00 PM)

    this place is cold indeed
    but I feel the sun peeping through
    and it will become a nice warm place to be
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 4, 2010

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