my frustration is only proceeded by my inability to express my feelings
the lack of emotions and my love for big words make even my own thoughts incomprehensible to even me
yet i enjoy it making no sense but a whole Lotta noise
here we go again...
another poem lacking rhyming schemes tries to bring new thoughts to an old process
find new ways to say i hate/love where i am is losing context
life is a race and with no number I'm not even in the contest
I break the rules the king of fools with headphones as my crown
knights with swords wizards that ward off annoying f--is
voices in my head turned out to be music shucks
I'm flattered by the thought that you underestI'mate me
when it comes to love this world out pace me
maybe if i was little lighter these women would date me....