((My plain sight))
Should i call it quits and consider over dosing on this medicine...thinking was it better when i could reach a friend on a house phone...feel it in my bones that one day i will be alone...My own people have come to drag me, but they only tagged me and I am froze...so i open window’s for those who don’t really know me... using words for knives oddly saying that I am spoon fed, they must be mislead by my current circumstance...I firmly shake they hands giving them a second chance...then I shake my head... the feelings different from when we were kids...I see them squinting whispering ”who does he think he is?..”and they’re not who i thought they were, and what occurs is fake laughs and a past life they can’t pass,Believe me I’ll pass...not looking back because I don’t want to stand in last..place my face towards my god daughter, wondering what she thinks of her god father...does she see the fear as i look up at our Father...asking him why should I bother, you're right for who am i Father, for I AM you are and i shall go no further,kiss Moriyah on the forehead and i will treat her like my own daughter,these are my own problems...no longer feeling sad...I’m willing to let the villain take over, and let current thoughts tape over every memory that i ever had...so tired of them saying stay proud, coming from the same people who rooted against me and i can never understand how...saying i did my thing but i give them strange smiles, y’all wasn’t for me even though our mothers sat in the same crowd... wondering why my feelings changed now...what remains now is I”m back at the place where i stood as a child...feeling like a stranger to happiness, but i am not depressed as pick my nappy head and press on...show you everything that’s in my heart like my chest gone,from now on one move at a time like chess pawns,focusing on what's in front of me... taking time with these moves like crooks without lights on,myopia..for life long goals i no longer have my sights on...my phobia, dying while everything in my life’s wrong, so hopefully I won’t be giving hell when my life's gone..write on
S.William Breaston aka S.Phantom
