Wish

I just want be remembered as a rhyme genius,
Who's thesis,
Is that I can overcome my problems and triumph.
Never want to flunk.
I can't accept failure,
Even if my self-esteem makes me insecure.
Just a mind f**k,
F*****g myself without a physical touch-
Yet I got a voice in my head telling me to get up.
Push and mosh across this land of the lost,
Forcing myself in like getting virgin crotch.
Modified reality to better suit my anxiety,
My mind is my own church,
Even if it's unsanitary-
Sometimes it's the only place I can call sanctuary.
I ain't plain like missionary-
I wanna beat these cats up like Jerry.
Pop a cherry.
My life ain't merry/Mary,
But I'll birth a savior even if it's hated by humanity.
I'm a Randy Savage, going macho on these Slim Jim's.
You don't need to be a detective to get the hint.
Just a glimpse,
Of the darkness which I foster,
Is enough to explain that I'm a monster.
And I don't blame mother and father,
They did their best to make me feel loved.
Even if dad sometimes screamed I wasn't really his son...
Trying to live past this scarification-
And the fact that I was a mental patient.
No patience,
I just wanna rush to success.
But after all this running I still ain't there yet.
When I catch it,
I'm going to beat it unconscious with bare fist-
And make it pay for my breaths wasted on a reoccurring wish.