Feelings I have in which I want to share with you.
I’m in pain but I feel real good.
You wish you could catch me if you could.
I’m tired of writing this fucked up poetry.
This is me, I enjoy being me.
What do you want from me?
I feel like shit right now.
I watch, I listen and I pray.
I pray for a better day.
I need to learn more stuff so I can be better than you.
Why do you want to see me fail?
I’m tired of living in such a cruel world.
People always have betrayal in their lives.
You are not an alcoholic if you want to drink sometimes to feel good.
Actually life should make you feel good.
Life does make me feel good!
I just want something to make me feel better like money in my pocket.
I want people to respect each other.
Why do I act like I don’t know shit, when I do know shit?
Why do I have to cuss all the time?
I want to thank the lord that I made it this far, I hope to make it farther.
I love and respect my father.
I’m sorry if sometimes I act like a stupid idiot.
I don’t mean any harm.
I walk by women I like and not say anything at all to them, sometimes I feel like a loser.
I see things I don’t like and I don’t tell people about it.
I wish I could change but I’m enjoying every minute of my life.
I just don’t see why all the women like Jose, Dajin, and Andre and it seems like they don’t like me.
Maybe they do like me they just don’t want to admit it.
Or maybe I don’t speak and they think I’m a stalker or some shit.
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