All these words fill my head and I struggle to spit them out, to put
The ink to the paper, but what's inside me doesn't always just come
Down to poetry or prose
It's the feeling inside of restless nights, of highway signs, of long
Winding roads
I'm struggling to make my point, to force it out, but there's a fire
Inside me that still burns. With the frustration of my peers who see
How fucked up things are. How much garbage can we be fed before our
Bodies reject it? How much time can we waste hoping we'll be accepted?
You fake your way through this fucking life. My teeth are clenched, my
Heart is beating, and I'm screaming these words out of sheer
Frustration with the people that walk this earth