Sketcher Ridpath Poems

I feel a mad rush of violence soar,
Throughout my veins and out my pores,
I feel things I know not what for,
A battle inside of myself to restore,
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Met them with no tears,
But I need to see them more,
First time in ten years,
We're all broken to the core,
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Why does nobody love me?
Why does nobody care?
When I call out for help,
Nobody is there.
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People burst of fake emotion,
Isn't that a simple notion,
Even though it seems quite pure,
For their disease there is no cure,
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I go home to an empty room,
And stare at the white wall,
Reminds me of the recess kids,
That pick on me when we play ball,
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Sorry if this letter makes you feel gray,
I'm happy that I can make someone's day,
I'm not into the way you like to sway,
We can be brothers but bro, I'm not gay.
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What makes me mad,
To see my dad,
Choose escape over me,
Next thing you know,
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I'm grateful,
And I'm bored,
Cause I know everything,
And Nothing more.
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Wake up with an empty mind,
Finding ways to pass the time,
Breakfast as I write my rhyme,
These days I feel sublime cuz,
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Stuck in the future,
When I should be here,
Trying to nurture,
Never ending fear,
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