It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.
And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.
My arms got stronger.
My heart got bigger.
My soul got tougher.
My enemies got further.
And more importantly my friends and family got closer.
My eyes are blood shot.
From staying up all night just thinking thought after thought.
Where I want to be in life am I there.
You look at other's lives and you can't help but compare.
Sitting in the dark of night in complete silence.
As the angels and demons are done arguing and just result to violence.
Trying desperately to put a smile on the face.
So hopefully the pain and scars will erase.
Look at my hands and you will see unknown blisters and rough skin.
The result of the growing and torture I place my hands in.
Clenching my fists ready and willing to fight.
Look in my eyes and see it is not tonight.
Instead I put my fists down and pick up a pen.
And find the healthier and the smarter way to battle the demon.
Close my eyes and go deep within my mind.
And always with a cool brain the greatest retaliation I find.
Knowing to themselves that they aren't the only person with the situation they are in.
People actually thanking me and sharing the exact same things I said.
And I was in complete shock because that came from my head.
A man who a year earlier hadn't wrote one line of poetry in over 10 years.
Walked up to the mic and audience was all ears.
And I've come to far to ever go back.
I just feel very sorry for when it's my enemies I start to attack.
My eyes are blood shot.
From staying up all night just thinking thought after thought.
Where I want to be in life am I there.
You look at other's lives and you can't help but compare.
Sitting in the dark of night in complete silence.
As the angels and demons are done arguing and just result to violence.
Trying desperately to put a smile on the face.
So hopefully the pain and scars will erase.
It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.
And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.
My arms got stronger.
My heart got bigger.
My soul got tougher.
My enemies got further.
And more importantly my friends and family got closer.
Look at my hands and you will see unknown blisters and rough skin.
The result of the growing and torture I place my hands in.
Clenching my fists ready and willing to fight.
Look in my eyes and see it is not tonight.
Instead I put my fists down and pick up a pen.
And find the healthier and the smarter way to battle the demon.
Close my eyes and go deep within my mind.
And always with a cool brain the greatest retaliation I find.
It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.
And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.
My arms got stronger.
My heart got bigger.
My soul got tougher.
My enemies got further.
And more importantly my friends and family got closer.
I found the gift I was given to change the game.
The reason I was born, and for people to know my name.
Words literally started coming out of nowhere.
I had stories and thoughts that I knew I had to share.
A year ago I found my voice.
And instead of being silent like most of my life, I made the opposite choice.
I would talk and people would actually listen.I found the gift I was given to change the game.
The reason I was born, and for people to know my name.
Words literally started coming out of nowhere.
I had stories and thoughts that I knew I had to share.
A year ago I found my voice.
And instead of being silent like most of my life, I made the opposite choice.
It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.
And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.
My arms got stronger.
My heart got bigger.
My soul got tougher.
My enemies got further.
And more importantly my friends and family got closer.
Knowing to themselves that they aren't the only person with the situation they are in.
People actually thanking me and sharing the exact same things I said.
And I was in complete shock because that came from my head.
A man who a year earlier hadn't wrote one line of poetry in over 10 years.
Walked up to the mic and audience was all ears.
And I've come to far to ever go back.
I just feel very sorry for when it's my enemies I start to attack.
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