Waking up every morning shaking my head
Because sometimes I feel like I should be dead
My nightmares are now my realities
In all actuality, it is one disturbing technicality
Painfully observing the wrongdoings and the failures
Of the attempts I've mad, heart still sour as bitter lemonade
I drive down the highway each and every day
While others pass me by staring in an unusual way
As I arrive on campus, I walk around with a frown
And people stop and wonder but don't make any sounds
I admit I am a man of few words
But don't stare your nouns and adjectives at me because you choke on verbs
In the blink of an eye, my peers altogether hugging and kissing women
Wanted those types of actions, but I always missed them
I was dismissed from socializing 101
I flunked out due to a rejection of a lonely one
Is it the three year old shirts or the 9 dollar shoes
The love for old rap music, Lord I need a clue
Am I really the problem, because I can't be a solution
If so, do away with me, for I'm done with abusing
It's my damn life, but it's more your amusement
Even though I don't make any laugh, my life perfects that craft
As the flames travel with me, burning in flight
I soar through burning my flesh each and every night
This is hell on Earth, but heaven in hell
Can't believe in heaven, because I'm living in hell
If hell is actually suppose to be worse
Then I don't know why I wrote this verse
Maybe it's a curse, placed on me because I prefer
Being myself in my own right, when it has no set worth