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My Jacket
I wear my jacket as if it protects me.
I know it will never reject me.
Something not comfortable as relenting.
It's not power hungry and seeks out to hurt me.
It embraces me even from the blood that has been spilt.
I still feel penetrated by their swords of judgement stab me straight through to the hilt.
I came here for a reason and not to be mistaken for my mistakes that have been built.
I've been torn down by people I loved and betrayed by my heart bound and stitched together like a crazy quilt.
I needed a safe haven to ease my pain.
I don't put myself on display for anyone's pleasure nor is it a campaign.
I write out my emotions on paper i type it out in favor of someone might understand my torture.
Many know what its like to be thrown to the ground literally.
people don't look at you to help but look at you in sympathy.
so again I wear my jacket to conceal my face.
It's no mystery of my misery of being told "i'm ashamed to call you my son" by a mom of mine who does drugs and drinks herself stupid on everyday victory to get in my head and fuck me up and she did succeed.
this isn't no game to me suicide looks like a way to be set free.
but no i know my true potential and it isn't to be just like the other faces.
I proud to be who i am and that's someone you'll never be.
Me.
always wearing a leather jacket black as my soul, pants black as the void i crawled right out from.
I only wear black and white to stay blended in the crowd and be shunned.
I my patients is a virtue and it soars on through my head just like all the creative shit i can my with my bear hands.
I can pick up a pen and draw new life and start a new.
I'm am a sociopathic original thanks to my mother and father and my "brother" who betrayed me the most.
I wear my jacket for it conceals my sinister intentions.
but I prove nothing else then my on going redemption.
don't get me wrong i love it here.
now leave me be in the shadows of the deep underground.
I enjoy all of you from a distance.
reading everyone's work commenting like "nice ink" gives me happiness in a instance.
friendly people and kind help.
this kind of kindness i've never felt.
don't mind me if who see me in the corner of the room wearing my Shield that conceals me.
I know it will never reject me.
Something not comfortable as relenting.
It's not power hungry and seeks out to hurt me.
It embraces me even from the blood that has been spilt.
I still feel penetrated by their swords of judgement stab me straight through to the hilt.
I came here for a reason and not to be mistaken for my mistakes that have been built.
I've been torn down by people I loved and betrayed by my heart bound and stitched together like a crazy quilt.
I needed a safe haven to ease my pain.
I don't put myself on display for anyone's pleasure nor is it a campaign.
I write out my emotions on paper i type it out in favor of someone might understand my torture.
Many know what its like to be thrown to the ground literally.
people don't look at you to help but look at you in sympathy.
so again I wear my jacket to conceal my face.
It's no mystery of my misery of being told "i'm ashamed to call you my son" by a mom of mine who does drugs and drinks herself stupid on everyday victory to get in my head and fuck me up and she did succeed.
this isn't no game to me suicide looks like a way to be set free.
but no i know my true potential and it isn't to be just like the other faces.
I proud to be who i am and that's someone you'll never be.
Me.
always wearing a leather jacket black as my soul, pants black as the void i crawled right out from.
I only wear black and white to stay blended in the crowd and be shunned.
I my patients is a virtue and it soars on through my head just like all the creative shit i can my with my bear hands.
I can pick up a pen and draw new life and start a new.
I'm am a sociopathic original thanks to my mother and father and my "brother" who betrayed me the most.
I wear my jacket for it conceals my sinister intentions.
but I prove nothing else then my on going redemption.
don't get me wrong i love it here.
now leave me be in the shadows of the deep underground.
I enjoy all of you from a distance.
reading everyone's work commenting like "nice ink" gives me happiness in a instance.
friendly people and kind help.
this kind of kindness i've never felt.
don't mind me if who see me in the corner of the room wearing my Shield that conceals me.
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