My life.

I'm in this place, i call it disgrace.It comes in all different kinds of shapes. My life is a mess,I'm in this hole,My mind is full of stress, I can't think straight it feels like I'm arguing in a debate. I feel like the bad clone,The real me is back home. I feel incomplete without no reach, no reach for help. I'm all by my self.-I cry myself to sleep, Putting my head under my sheets. Praying to god, this life of mines doesn't repeat. This place is not letting me be who i wanna be. So yeah! I guess I'm a wanna be.....me? I'm hiding in, these walls are caving in. looks like i don't have a chance to win. I feel this hate, it ain't getting away. so all I'm-ma do is lay here and wait.





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loveydoveycool9 said...
Jun. 9, 2010 at 2:15 pm
This poem is good. I read it like a rap and this would be a good rap song. I really loved it.
 
LiddoMonsterx3 replied...
Jun. 10, 2010 at 6:25 pm
thanxsz, thats wat i was going for, i'm glad yuh enjoyed it
 
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