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The Truth

Humiliate me/
You feel you hate me/
Your egos bruised and aching/
Because I prove youre faking/
Lose the changing/
Useless faces/
Youre used to placing/
Over your stupid wasted/
Souls, two-bit fakers/
Im cruising, waiting/
To encounter you in my arena/
Despite the grievance/
You try to impede the/
Path with, Id like to see the/
Type of fever/
You get when were about to fight and bleed cause/
You bite off eager/
Yet cant try to eat it/
When you collide with me just/
Remember all the hype you believed in/
Cause my allegiance/
Is to myself only/
Ive felt lonely/
In the past and that showed me/
That all the bad thrown me/
Is not my last hope be-/
Cause Im back, owning/
That torment, so clasp both knees/
Because I see that shaking, you sad phony/
If you had known me/
Youd understand closely/
Why I get mad solely/
For a small reason, I grasp posing/
Ready to attack focused/
Im trapped soulless/
About broken/
But I no longer lack doses/
Of humanity, that dope that/
Would laugh, zoning/
In on your weak spots/
I think all/
Of the books I read caused/
My intelligence to blink off/
The dust that had accumulated/
Moved away when/
I no longer let my brain sneak off/
I treat all/
Situations the same, perceive all/
The ways that they could turn out, then lead on/
I keep my feet on/
The ground but my mind is in free fall/
Cause its constantly in the clouds, creating these thoughts/
A dream fought/
For, so I could sing songs/
I wrote about life,  cause in my world Im King Kong/
Ill string all/
These people up, a hangman/
My escape plan/
Became my main life, a masquerade that/
Im ace at/
Does that intimidate you, as you pace fast/
Keep it going/
Defeat is knowing/
That youll never erase that/
You tried your hardest to ignore/
A criminal pardoned had endured/
The heartless and their hordes/
Started to perform/
Well enough to walk in through their doors/
And talk with metaphors/
That showed my head just how soft it was in yours/
So you blocked me and in swarms/
Fought with all my forms/
Of improvement/
Your illusions/
Were shocked and unrestored/
Forgotten and implored/
Not to just be warned/
You crossed me and Im sure/
You think youve locked me out and torn/
My confidence/
By stomping it/
But Im topping out in fourth/
Because Im coming for what was promised/
Some would call this/
Troubled knocking/
At the door by a stubborn artist/
Taking solace/
In the fact that he was good at nonsense/
Shouting to the world that he could fill his pockets/
But if Im being honest/
Im letting you that your ranks and titles/
Dont make you vital/
Or worth pocket change in my world/
I hate your eyes full/
Of contempt and fake insightful/
Things to say/
I think Ill wait/
And go, displaying kindness/
A taste of my fists/
Has awoken yall before, the charade is timeless/
Dont play with violence/
Youll end up a filet that dies quick/
Gaze in my eyes kid/
Im not the one to stay and fight with/
You say you might win/
Then step up, youll take reminding/
You might be better at certain things/
And worse than me/
At others, not what we do, but were perfectly/
Good, thats a certainty/
So dont curse at me/
Because I only know how to burn CD's/
Youve heard of me/
While you were learning these/
Ropes I was purchasing/
Cold gear/
So I could hold tears/
Of pain back, lying in the snow, observing green/
Targets/
Growing farther/
As I scoped the things/
Pulled the trigger, it was a murder scene/
The first to be/
Awarded expert, performed earnestly/
Only to get back and told Im stupid because I cant work these screens/
I never got fhe chances you did/
I proved it/
Everytime I fired a new clip/
Of questions and you treated me like a nuisance/
And you wonder why I blew shit/
Up when yall refused just/
To back off/
Until I smacked all/
Those grins off your faces, I taught you what the truth is/
Im not stupid/
I just dont fit in here/
Im sincere/
Enough but the responses are still weird/
I feel near/
To myself when Im surrounded by pissed, feared/
Fighters/
That dont deny their/
True nature, and sip beer/
Not stripped clear/
Of all emotion, yall sit here/
And just hear/
What you want, no more clipped sneers/
Im not one of you, only one way to fix peers/
You leave them, yall are forgiven and dead to me, and thats real here/

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