Best

Screw what everyone thinks. I'm doing my best.

All the noise in my head is unheard of.

Pain repressed so deep-

Hell can feel me.

I feel filthy,

Scribbling worthless poetry.

Glanced over like a bum on the streets.

I'd rather be stepped on than be stepped over.

Give me a good reason to swing and react-

Instead of make it feel like reality will just collapse.

My teachers laughed-

Thinking I'd end up shooting and looting.

They fed my mind some horrible pollution-

Almost made me think suicide would be a good permanent solution.

The end of me-

Bang.

What a s****y conclusion.

But I grabbed onto some hope and thought I'd rather be close-

To the warmth of something than be in a casket, ice cold.

Anything or anyone I could hold,

That would make me feel like I was made of gold.

And I was told that I was doing better.

But then others tell me I ain't doing good enough.

Who to trust?

Like I should give a f**k how I'm portrayed to you?

When most people were the real reason I felt so taboo.

Man, forget it...

I'm just sticking to my truth-

And that's that I'm doing my goddamn best.

If you think different,

Go cardiac arrest.

F**k em'.