I love to write

I love to write

I love the way your brain sparks with imagination

I love the way I can create life with the flick of my pen

I love how every word creates a new feeling

I love to write

Somebody get the body bags

Can’t do this anymore

Can’t handle this anymore.

I try to help out.

People still shooting guns off

Politicians still way off

Fine then I will do it

Cuz you just sit and quit

You guys are always split

Ask me how I do it

Well I do it with chi

My bars are always complete

I don’t care what you think

These politicians are so sleet

I met a man all the way from california

We were homies since we were young

We watched as shootings were going on

Alerts were popping in are samsungs

I knew I had to do something.

That’s why every day I do my best.

Respect those that were laid to rest.

Care for those who experience stress.

If I was there I would attack

Attack the shooter that made me mad.

Break his neck and make sure he’s dead.

Save the lives, no regret.

Don't judge me I do their job

They should be shooting with the glock

They sit in their chairs like a rock

While I am working these two jobs

Don't get me started with gun control

Black market still got them though,

Guns shooting the blackboard.

While we got none they kill our soul.

I will not stop till we can rest.

Politicians go ahead place a hit.

You will not find me I admit.

One step ahead you, you should check

Watch your back you sick shooters.

You killed my fam, you heart polluter.

I find you and give you to a prosecutor

I will not stop im a persecutor.

~This is a poem that one of my best friends made~

I could feel the glass shatter, the little shards digging deep into my skin

Almost reminding me of my failures, the wrongs that I’ve done

Now that I see all of the pain and sorrow I’ve caused, I’m not sure if I deserve

This beautiful cracking, the mask shattering and setting my real emotions free

This feels familiar, like deja vu…

But nothing seems to ring a bell, at all..nothing is the same now that the only obstacle

That I’ve ever faced is finally clear, finally allowing me to come out of the shell

That I’ve molded and crafted delicately, so sometimes I wonder..

What would life be without this glass mask?

What would be filling my thoughts instead of the freedom I’ve dreamed about?

Love? Hate? Regret?

I’ve been told that emotions are weak, tying you down and trapping you

From your true self, your true destiny

But what even is destiny? Is it the path that comes naturally?

I choose to believe that I can create my own, mold something other

Than that horrible mask

So sometimes I wonder, what would I be without this mask

Would I truly know who I am?

It irritates my to know I am who I am with that mask

That that mask is why I’m so strong, so stable

Am I forced to thank that mask? Has everything I’ve done

Led to this stupid mask creating my emotions, molding my new personality?

It doesn’t seem fair, the thing I’ve always dreamed of getting rid of

Is the thing I want back the most

I want to hide all of my emotions, my personality,

If it means I don’t have to thank that glass mask