Stolen

When something was stolen from me, this was my vent.

i come back from work
to check my work
but see it's gone
someone's picked it up
walked off and moved on
feelin a little rage
but fell just short
of facebook's
gone postal page
im afraid reality
is simpler than this melody
while it looks like deletion
it feels like abolition
don't drop those bombs
on my subsconcious, no
i can't see the words
through the
hustle and flow

oh no, its you,
you must've turned the odds
flipped them wrong side up
made them feel a little odd
i know im not a good mc
but i was raised to be
the best i can be
so i try
tell me who
tell me how
tell me why
i can't be what i want
even when i try
put my best foot forward
to have the ground
ripped from under me
like my work
gone from this reality
it feels some how
like the plagiarists
took a shot at me
and with my work gone
no way here that
i can move on.

Author's Note

Grammar errors abound. Don't worry, they are intentional.