untitled - july 17th 2018

i wish i could rock the mic like an eminem
but Andrea Gibson has me thinking again
while trump has me wanting to run for president

and i wish for a world where everyone is happy
but just stating that makes people sarcastic and crappy
i can see it in there eyes when they look at me
they’re seeing the monster i used to be
instead of the dignified activist i am becoming

and my constant poems about schizophrenia might get annoying
but what about the schizophrenic who just turned 16?

they need representation too, someone to look up to, something they can relate to

what would you do? lost in the world scared and confused
the movies make us think we’ll be serial killers or mass shooters
nothing to lose

perhaps something you don’t know about me?
i’m a tree hugging hippie
only mother nature knows true peace

and i don’t write this stuff up just for you
i get kicks off it too
but there is something i’m trying to do

every poem has a goal, every essay an objective
these things haven’t been completed yet

i don’t know, maybe i’m in over my head
but at least i tried before i was dead