Cant help someone who doesnt wanna be helped. know what I mean? :(

Im here to inspire
Its clear that the fire

Has flames growing larger
the pain that I harbour

Forever burns
No ones concerns
Are given turns

I live and learn
To live? I yearn


But the struggle is all that I know
Growing up in poverty, can obviously blow

But its not the lack of trips or presents
Its miserable thinking, surrounding peasents

Raised in a "theres no hope" enviroment
Cause scars on your soul everytime u try to vent


And nobody listens
Or shows you their presence

In being their for moral support
To busy going to court
Or finding rails to snort
Saying life is too short

To not get fucked up
When things have'nt looked up
All positive is sucked up

And thrown in the trash
Blowing out hash
Stealing for cash

appealing the crash
Revieling the stash

People are doing a smash

Any this is supposed to be an anger poem

But I realize growing in a broken home

That dont condone

To smoke alone

Or hold a phone


With out the feeling of hurt
when your treated like dirt

No dad? A reason to work
On never being such a jerk


Anger drains me
My soul contains the

Medicine
If you read again

(you are a freind)

I can.....


Say I dont have many
And family the same

Always pullin the knife-
Out of my back is a shame

Doing smack is insane
drugs are'nt around, simple and plain

But I still love my family, and I feel strain
whats the deal with this shame?
Is their anyone who feels the same?
Tell me how to heal the pain!

Forgive when upset
Or live in regret

I cant help when bullshit
They're not willing to admit

Im empty inside
Attempting to hide
my choice I decide
Employs the divide


Everyone seems so happy
Im tired of getting mad about it
I am no longer snappy

Please somebody slap me
This feeling is crappy
why does it always trap me?

Anger is draining
only sadness evading
Is drunkness leading

To an addictive mentality

My prescription? Reality


Thanks for reading!
Im here to inspire
Its clear that the fire

Has flames growing larger
the pain that I harbour

Forever burns
No ones concerns
Are given turns

I live and learn
To live? I yearn


But the struggle is all that I know
Growing up in poverty, can obviously blow

But its not the lack of trips or presents
Its miserable thinking, surrounding peasents

Raised in a "theres no hope" enviroment
Cause scars on your soul everytime u try to vent


And nobody listens
Or shows you their presence

In being their for moral support
To busy going to court
Or finding rails to snort
Saying life is too short

To not get fucked up
When things have'nt looked up
All positive is sucked up

And thrown in the trash
Blowing out hash
Stealing for cash

appealing the crash
Revieling the stash

People are doing a smash

Any this is supposed to be an anger poem

But I realize growing in a broken home

That dont condone

To smoke alone

Or hold a phone


With out the feeling of hurt
when your treated like dirt

No dad? A reason to work
On never being such a jerk


Anger drains me
My soul contains the

Medicine
If you read again

(you are a freind)

I can.....


Say I dont have many
And family the same

Always pullin the knife-
Out of my back is a shame

Doing smack is insane
drugs are'nt around, simple and plain

But I still love my family, and I feel strain
whats the deal with this shame?
Is their anyone who feels the same?
Tell me how to heal the pain!

Forgive when upset
Or live in regret

I cant help when bullshit
They're not willing to admit

Im empty inside
Attempting to hide
my choice I decide
Employs the divide


Everyone seems so happy
Im tired of getting mad about it
I am no longer snappy

Please somebody slap me
This feeling is crappy
why does it always trap me?

Anger is draining
only sadness evading
Is drunkness leading

To an addictive mentality

My prescription? Reality


Thanks for reading!

Sincerly,
Mike Stewart



Sincerly,
Mike Stewart