I'm OkayA Chapter by MachinaWriterThe second poem in my compilation, A Tragic Story...Abandoned A
hollow stand in To
the boy I used to be I’m
no longer me, So
who am I? The
boy with the pain, -the
boy who can’t cry? Or
the a*****e, you all know Hiding
when he walks by? I’m
a street urchin Condemned-
for your sin I
can’t win S**t,
I’m living off the street With
the same clothes, From
my head to my feet, -they
all know Everyday
running With
worn out sneakers Every
night sleeping Beneath
high school bleachers Splitting
my time between confused teachers And
useless preachers Talking
about monetary leaders Lip-syncing
the word of the Lord Feeding
off our hopes, our money theirs to hoard How’d
I end up here? Its
hard to say I
can boil it down to a single day But
there was really so much more A
compilation of indications -of
feelings I had stored In
for far too long In
a different State, I’d learned to hate While
mother was now gone Charged
and sentenced Silently-I
screamed good riddance While
inside I violently sought my penance For
all the pain, the loss, the game Played
with my emotions Inside,
explodin’ A
torrent of commotions And
cynical notions About
the planet I
was tired d****t! And
when my drunken uncle, -yelled
at my brother It
made my sanity buckle I
had to say something, he was all I had And
if you f**k with him, that s**t’ll really make me mad So
yeah, I said some things Can
you blame me? And
yeah maybe, I
should have stayed quiet But
he shouldn’t have been so offended by it If
he didn’t like it He
shouldn’t buy it -be
sober, go ahead and try it But
he just denies it And
that’s alright, but why b***h? Did
you really need to kick me out over it? But
that’s alright, I’ll be fine out here I
can smoke all I want And
steal the occasional beer Underage,
caught up in adult ways High
school drop out, Having
to work every day Running
eight miles, just to make the pay But
it’s all alright, -I’m
okay… © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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Added on September 16, 2012Last Updated on September 16, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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