Internal turmoil.

March 25, 2012
By ABove SILVER, Hollister, California
ABove SILVER, Hollister, California
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Against the odds,
no direction navigating through the fog.
Aimless in our desires,
our emotions only fuel the fire.
Everyday I bob and weave,
and everyday only brings stress, pain, and grief.
I'm just trying to live free, but everything in this world has a fee.
Who can you believe when you only get deceived?
When there's no hope, how can you get anything achieved?
I'm looking for an escape, a place to leave.
But then I realize reality and my thoughts seize and my hopes freeze.
And plummet, from my head down to my stomach.
Realizing my life is a crazy train and I can't run it,
can't remember where I went wrong, thinking who done it?
But everyday I must stick to the goal to succeed.
It's more than a want, it's a need.
I'm willing to bleed, it's more than an addiction, it's a disease.
It's a beast that I must feed in order to be pleased.

The author's comments:
Poetic rap?

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