Fallen Angel

Different. *shrug*

I told them I'm not folding,

Even after all the eye rollin',

The dirty gazes and cussin'-

For being different and not so innocent.

They told me I was weird,

I took that s**t as a compliment.

They told me I'd never fit in-

I just figured that was common sense.

I'm far from the common man,

Not saying I don't hurt or wish for ease-

But I'm too caught up in my own mind to deal with reality.

I'm pissed at the earth,

Like a f*****g race horse.

Some people laugh at me when I'm rappin,

I just keep pouring my heart out and bleed hurt,

As much as this pen, when it's scribbling again.

F**k crying- I can't focus on this pad if my eyes sting.

I'm a crazy who's just dealin',

Unicycle, while most others are third wheelin',

Reelin' in the big fish,

Like catching another needy b***h.

I'm finished with the games,

I'm retiring from the bullshit.

Gimme a hand God,

I need someone worthy to work with.

But I've always been unique and creative just like Satan.

I'm running out of calm and I've chopped away patience.

Maybe I'm just not meant for order and following the steps -

So it's no wonder I chose the name Chaos Complex.

Mmm...

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I do love your sense of oblighed discretion, well done, good read.