Thoughts Inside

Unsteady thoughts swirling through the mind.

Chest heavy, I'm left whirling like I'm blind.

I have so shit I gotta say, on this easel, this paper, this page...but it ain't that easy at the end of the day.

I wish it was as easy as blowing my brains out on this blank white sheet,

Give me a reason to get off this cold hard street.

Patterns of the splatters leave something unique on the trife concrete.

I’m left sitting down with this paper crown I made,

With a frown.

It's full of shitty thoughts, so as I try to tape em down in the shade,

As I try to hide em and conceal em, I take one step outside and then I feel em.

Right there.

Tugging me right back to a shit track bugging me out this shit’s so wack.

Lugging along this extra heavy suitcase...

Am I wrong for having a steady straight face when asked:

“How’s your day been going?”

So all masked,

I reply, “Real sweet very flowing.”

But I'm left real gray real beat cause I'm knowing that inside me there's some fucking tumor growing.

It eats up my insides and sanity, so is it just vanity that keeps my mouth shut with strong gravity as the negativity seeps...

Isn't it just so sad to see a sad man but he's just not as mad as me...? Don't you agree?

I'd love to keep the song going but shit salty heavy tears now start flowing.

Past pimples and dimples hitting the dry paper with grief,

Wetting it up while I am gritting my teeth beneath yet another hidden leaf...