I Don't Wanna Write No More



I've wrote various poems with several different topics

Love, lust, broken trust

Obama, my mama & even Osama

Lack of equality, our fucked up democracy

Our gas getting devoured, stuff about religion and also black power

But the one thing I reuse to let myself write about is, well, myself

Not the false persona that's perceived to make you feel me

Naw, what I'm talking about is the real me

The sad, down, depressed, wanna cry, but can't cause I'm too fly me

The always broken, soft spoken, comfortable with being a token me

The masking my real consciousness with false confidence me

The me that my closest friends don't even know

You see, I come off as a no care in the world person whose always humorous

So when around friends, I'm expected to humor us

But numerous time, I'd rather be left alone

They go to the club, I'd rather be left at home

Because the fake smiles hurt my face, they were all manufactured

Cause a few years ago, this girl was fractured

And I've never recovered, just sat there in silence and suffered

Life was heading down a perfect path, some how got rerouted

Sad thing is, ain't too many people I can talk to about it

I mean, it's a few mother fuckers I tell this and that

But the one I tell that to, I can't tell this to, and that's my issue

I realize people care, and most are considerate

But revealing how I feel, I won't even consider it

Went from chasing my dreams at my high school locker

To chasing shots after downing top shelf vodka



This is why I don't wanna write no more

Feel like I don't even know what's right no more

Maybe I'm scared to reveal that this world has nothing left

Or could it be I'll realize that I have nothing left

Use to strive for the best, would settle for nothing less

Now I'm caught up in the times of feeling like nothingness

This is why I don't wanna write no more

Who would wanna listen to a person who feels their life's a disaster

A person who sleeps mid-day so tomorrow comes faster

A person who gives advise to others, but doesn't follow it himself

A person who feels life's not worth the wealth, no worth of self

Why would ya'll wanna listen to something that's so pathetic, yet so poetic

So blue and so true

Because we've all been there, down in despair to the point where we no longer care

That place where instead of living it up, we're just giving up

That place we struggle to get out of, but is easy to fall in to

So yeah, I don't wanna write no more, but I feel I have to write some more

Because if I can touch just one person with this poem

Make them realize they're not alone

And make them feel something so real

Because someone finally came at them straight

And said something out loud which they could relate

I would feel accomplished

Make me wanna pick up my pen

And maybe, just maybe, I'd want to write again