I'm barely a man...
just a poet with a
pen in his hand.
My mind doesn't
understand the pain
so I draw from ink
like blood from a vein.
I chose the wrong lane.
I need my health to
change...I need these
words to provide
direction, but my soul
remains in chains.
I'm locked in a cage,
trapped by rage.
I wish I could erase the
past. When you look at
my eyes, it's like looking
through a glass. You can
see i'm fighting a battle.
When life makes you an
opponent, it doesn't send
an invitation. I won't be
wearing a belt - I'm not a
champion. I'm an unwilling
companion handing over
his resignation.
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