I feel like everybody else is progressing and I’m standing still
steady stressing, that’s why I’m trying to race to get a mil
second guessing about if I’m good enough to get a deal
see everyday this is how I feel
living out nightmares because dreams seem far fetched, this is real
some days I’m so blue, I’m teal
constantly rambling about gambling because I’m too impatient to build
I have a skill but no one listens, I guess I have to kill
nah, let me exercise my art like I body build
it’ll leave u with a buzz like u running through a poppy field
just please don’t judge, I know I’m all over the place like a sloppy spill
I’m not really the emotional touchy feely type, but I might write something to help u cop a feel
I have to preserve the fruits of my labor that’s why I keep them locked and sealed
yeah, I feel like everything I say sick like I can’t pay the doctor bill
which are reasons why I keep attacking every obstacle with zeal
I’m feeling this!
I know what it’s like to feel this way. Keep doing what you do! You are a great poet!!