Life
I was trying to figure out where I should go
Pockets look empty just trying to stay a float
Shit seems so different
Everyone had a plan after those caps went in the air
But I couldn’t figure out a plan because I never thought I’ll see my cap in the air
I always thought I would catch a cap in the air
Cause depression had my mind stuck in the past
While I just hoped that I could just get passed
Back in class, I used to have too many voices in my ear
Every human in my crib just wanted to assassinate my character
Always been a shy kid, so nobody seen the pain in my eyes
I was just trying to stay a float
I was a writer in an athlete’s body, trying to convince others that this wasn’t me
But they just took me as a joke
Life moves on, but this depression doesn’t
That’s why my mind is still there
When it should be over here
Years later and I’m still not where I want to be
Cause I can’t even grasp who I really am
Where do I really stand?
I’m just trying to understand this life
My life
Is it my life now?
Or am I still a little puppet
Oh fuck it
Why am I talking?
It’s not even like they're listening
I’m just fishing
For my answers to my problems
They can’t change my past
And I can’t forget my past
But I can change my future
And I can make sure they're not in it
Is this my life?
Or is it still theirs?
Life moves on, but depression doesn’t
Author, Blogger, and Poet from Landover, Maryland. Looking to make my childhood dreams my reality. I’ll be sharing my random thoughts, speeches, storytimes, stories, and plenty of Poetry.
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