Always been emotional from even childhood days
its the way I am
my moods got out of control at seventeen
if anything im glad I never did drugs or alcohol
If I ever did drugs I may never recover
meaning im prone to addiction
its the way I am.
Ive always been left handed, from childhood
its the way I am
everything I do is with my left hand
I may seem quiet but really its my personality
just a witty side of me Ive yet to agree.
Im not antisocial Im just not social
im not mean, im just too kind, which means
I dont want to be the way I am
Sometimes these moods get the best of me
let me talk about them a lil bit
See im not a drug addict, never tasted drugs
nor an alcoholic, never tried those things, yet
I feel im addicted to something else
something not seen, not fully understood
Cause I dont take drugs, I am a drug
yet look what these drugs are doing to my body
Im tall and skiny but let me explain the highs.
See the highs come and go like wind moves on trees
suddenly, dont know where it comes from only how it feels
I cant sleep thoughts start to race so does laughter and then I cry
its confusion but fun, its good then bad and then im sad
I feel energetic, hell ye im creative, with ideas never so plenty
I feel it coming in the air o I touch the sky
feeling so creative gets things done one by one
writing poems in minutes like magic dust sprinkled on my head
hear comes my showers of blessing flowing from above, im alive.
These occurences push me to ask the following question
Am I normal? Yes, but im far from it.
Cause my stuttering is annoying so im writing to avoid speaking
and my left brain is rebelling , right brain enjoying the feeling
of a roaler coaster moving faster im afraid it wont last.
For these negative feeling plague me like a disease
but i'll be okay cause its just the way I am!
My mind goes on trips around the world
in my living room where thoughts travel to places new
Its either the holy spirit or im hypermanic
or an evil spirit making me this giggly and comic
I feel like dancing and skipping with just one high
im so happy that I start to cry
its bliss, O heaven must feel like this.
But why me? Never did a thing to get these highs
Dont smoke! Dont drink! Nothing
Inside my brain is something, same time its nothing
cause im poetic, artistic, destructive to myself!
holding myself together like a thread
hanging of the edge of the cliff of insanity
should I ever let go would be a calamity of calamity
cause I think outside the box, escaped a mental house
but nothings wrong with me, Im only dreaming
the way I am. Truth is
I fear I am not ready, I fear I am too weak
I prayed that glorious voice was mere imagination
that I never was moved by a power so strong
so gentle and so tender it melted my heart away
That I never did speak back to that tender voice
that I never did have dreams as a kid, I only wish.
For the dreams I never understood I now do
the things I never knew I now know
that some force is watching me, even as I am solitary
Could I watch this world suffer and not do a thing?
Could I hide myself away and not hear the world cry
Every true prophet risks his life, can this one?
The divine habit is of not rescuing prophets
I wont be a dead prophet
HE better take this gift from me, this poetic abilitity
this spiritual sensisitivity of scriptural comprehension
this wisdom, all the things I never took to myself
cause I never could ask to be this way,
I weep for humanity, for a life of calamity
but for how long can light hide, will it not be seen
lest it be put out into utter darkness, the evil side.
For the ones least expect will be this way
never knew it would be like this for me
Always knew I was different, but never understoody why
and this is not attention seeking, this is reality accepting
who do you beleive in?
Is it God? Is it money? The finer or the wiser things
I beleive in God and God beleives in me
So what does that make me?
Materialistic society chasing that money
I fear for society and the truth it fears
that whe're all living a fantasy dressed in the garments of reality
cause the truth is theres a thin line between insanity and sanity
Who do you beleive in?
Mythical_Poet@artist
- draft 1
im not mean, im just too kind, which means
I dont want to be the way I am
Sometimes these moods get the best of me
let me talk about them a lil bit
See im not a drug addict, never tasted drugs
nor an alcoholic, never tried those things, yet
I feel im addicted to something else
something not seen, not fully understood
Cause I dont take drugs, I am a drug
yet look what these drugs are doing to my body
Im tall and skiny but let me explain the highs.
See the highs come and go like wind moves on trees
suddenly, dont know where it comes from only how it feels
I cant sleep thoughts start to race so does laughter and then I cry
its confusion but fun, its good then bad and then im sad
I feel energetic, hell ye im creative, with ideas never so plenty
I feel it coming in the air o I touch the sky
feeling so creative gets things done one by one
writing poems in minutes like magic dust sprinkled on my head
hear comes my showers of blessing flowing from above, im alive.
These occurences push me to ask the following question
Am I normal? Yes, but im far from it.
Cause my stuttering is annoying so im writing to avoid speaking
and my left brain is rebelling , right brain enjoying the feeling
of a roaler coaster moving faster im afraid it wont last.
For these negative feeling plague me like a disease
but i'll be okay cause its just the way I am!
My mind goes on trips around the world
in my living room where thoughts travel to places new
Its either the holy spirit or im hypermanic
or an evil spirit making me this giggly and comic
I feel like dancing and skipping with just one high
im so happy that I start to cry
its bliss, O heaven must feel like this.
But why me? Never did a thing to get these highs
Dont smoke! Dont drink! Nothing
Inside my brain is something, same time its nothing
cause im poetic, artistic, destructive to myself!
holding myself together like a thread
hanging of the edge of the cliff of insanity
should I ever let go would be a calamity of calamity
cause I think outside the box, escaped a mental house
but nothings wrong with me, Im only dreaming
the way I am. Truth is
I fear I am not ready, I fear I am too weak
I prayed that glorious voice was mere imagination
that I never was moved by a power so strong
so gentle and so tender it melted my heart away
That I never did speak back to that tender voice
that I never did have dreams as a kid, I only wish.
For the dreams I never understood I now do
the things I never knew I now know
that some force is watching me, even as I am solitary
Could I watch this world suffer and not do a thing?
Could I hide myself away and not hear the world cry
Every true prophet risks his life, can this one?
The divine habit is of not rescuing prophets
I wont be a dead prophet
HE better take this gift from me, this poetic abilitity
this spiritual sensisitivity of scriptural comprehension
this wisdom, all the things I never took to myself
cause I never could ask to be this way,
I weep for humanity, for a life of calamity
but for how long can light hide, will it not be seen
lest it be put out into utter darkness, the evil side.
For the ones least expect will be this way
never knew it would be like this for me
Always knew I was different, but never understoody why
and this is not attention seeking, this is reality accepting
who do you beleive in?
Is it God? Is it money? The finer or the wiser things
I beleive in God and God beleives in me
So what does that make me?
Materialistic society chasing that money
I fear for society and the truth it fears
that whe're all living a fantasy dressed in the garments of reality
cause the truth is theres a thin line between insanity and sanity
Who do you beleive in?
Mythical_Poet@artist
- draft 1
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