Open Mic
This is me with an open mic.
Bound to say things that people won't like.
But a lot of stuff has happened and I have been quiet.
While the inside of me enforcing a riot.
I've fucked up things so left there is no need to go right.
My mind is always in a never ending fight.
The voices and demons in my head have grown.
They have become full fledged monsters that that world has never known.
Afraid to face my biggest fear.
That I have been spending all my time writing a story the world doesn't want to hear.
Trying to live live life with every ounce of good.
Not speaking up when I know I should.
Constantly being knocked down to the ground.
Getting up, dusting myself, and going on with my day without a sound.
Struggling day after day trying to keep up a secret identity.
Never stop finding out the lies and truths of me.
Praying that the angels have not walked away.
Desperately looking for any sign that they did stay.
Constantly looking for reminders that I'm on the right track of the plan.
Determined to grow up and be the best man.
Having a head full of dreams.
Is not what it always seems.
Always aiming higher than anyone else's sights.
Even though you are deathly afraid of heights.
Hater's will hate and talk shit behind your back.
It's only because they are afraid of a full frontal attack.
When you are fulling running your A game.
Life will always change and never stay the same.
At night afraid to close my eyes.
So the monsters in my head can continue their lies.
Petrified to actually go to sleep.
So their claw will cut, and they will cut deep.
Only to wake up the next day.
To have the exact same battle, in the exact same way.
