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The Gift

I'm a nothing  
but in my own world  
I'm a fucking dynamo  
and no one can tell me different  
sometimes these dark skies  
have a beautiful way to them  
like when it rains  
and my anger takes control  
the boss is testing me again  
about to grab my pin  
stab it in his fucking head  
instead I take it to paper  
it's my greatest release  

I think this world needs  
a little more emotion  
can't keep holding that shit in  
looking like you're a bit tense  
craft that pain into a bird  
watch it fly off
 
 
slept on a sunny day  
woke up to a zombie apocalypse  
but instead of rotten flesh  
they all look like marionettes  
where did you get those strings, puppet?  
was it with the drugs?  
or with the suppression?  
I see through that crooked smile  
there's invisible tears falling  
as they come closer to me  
I run  
saying, not this time!  
 
I think this world needs  
a little more rage  
can't keep suppressing that shit  
looking like you're a bit tense  
build yourself a boat  
send it off to sea
 
 
listening to rock music  
wearing all black  
with an attitude like fuck it  
a close friend showed me their true colors  
stabbed my back  
and I haven't seen my family in years  
the sound in my mom's voice  
lets me know I'm a stranger  
it's enough to make me want to die  
but then I scream out  
bleed into my pin  
I got a gift  
and it's called poetry
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