RewindA Poem by Not here
I'm positive that positive
was once my middle name. I'm sure of it that sure of it was once my description. Fame is not all it's choked up to be, and to be honest I'm getting sick and tired of my endless, similar rhymes. Go with the flow is the motto they pressed into my head so what do I do when the flow is taking me to bed? Weary, tired, sore and hurt from all the lines I wrote. If I could just find a sea, I'd sail away on a boat. I used to be so energetic, certain and a little crazy. Now a days, those lines I wrote in the mirror look so hazy. Did I really say those words? Did I really shout? After all my parents did, what could I shout about? My dad, yeah, he issues, sure, but to be sure we all have issues that we hide from others until the day we fall. Maybe we both have our days when fighting seem the best option for us to display our anger to the rest. Preferably, I would prefer to not fight any time. Whenever we get into fights, I let loose through crimes. They're a different sort of crime, mainly produced by words. However, when wielded like that words can soon become blurred. What did I do to deserve this? What ever can I say to everybody I have hurt Through all my actions. They did not deserve to be treated the way that I said. Lies are all that came out of my mouth. I'd rather Ten City dies. I'd rather make another "Masterpiece" or maybe "Breakthrough." See, if I write another "Ten City" I might just take you to the places in my mind you do not want to go. I'm sorry if your sad but you do not want to know! What lies behind these closed doors are things you cannot see. What lies behind these closed doors are things I hopefully will not be. This is a sort of rewind, a trip back to the past. Trust me when I tell you, it will not be the last. Someday, sometime, somewhere I will return to be the best possible me that I could possibly be. © 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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