Prize Nobody Wants

You can’t imagine all the pain I brazenly bear while,
Stigmatized as an animal who feeds off of despair.
But,
What others refuse to see?
Is how I’m just a man growing sick and tired of apologies!
Others never care to spare…

So,
I’ve isolated.
Got to make sure to stay away from what would not embrace me while left forsaken.
By family residing in a Glass House with walls painted,
Enough to view a portion of the outside world they’ll urge you to sway towards,
But…
I chose a different canvas where I work on a dream,
After brushing each bit of hate off of my shoulders…

As a man that doesn’t matter within this society,
Most of the time,
I’m glad my presence isn’t prized while my ribs are kicked in as they try to silence me.
They’ve tried to take away my opportunity to fuel my drive with a poem I produce hoping I could buy a plate of food,
Yet,
Despite of each of their attempts to make me swerve on a road where I have nothing to lose!,
I stayed in my lane,
Composed,
While orchestrating an escape only I can saw ahead in my line of vision full of hues,
Too blue for my liking…

Nowadays,
I think about others in my past like the knife I used to dream about.
All I see when I seek their memory is a boat-load of tears quenching the thirst of a beast I quiet down
With a message written with intent to teach a wandering mind how to be brave in a town,
Haunted by so many who have died internally without a doubt…

If all anyone else can do is degrade your existence while you rest upon a cloud,
Outclassing naysayers is your only option by keeping an ace in a hole.
A discipline most are too afraid to know.
That,
Moment where you straighten out yourself after the final sigh you let go,
And realize,
How exhausted you are of every drink…
Every minute where you’re binging on a show on Netflix,
Instead of giving all of your attention to the dream you let drip down your kitchen sink…