A brother’s keeper,
I would be,
If I had one to begin with.
What I had growing up were,
Two strangers around me I’ve forsook,
Because of their unapologetic sickness,
Contagious by a touch I’ve done my best to avoid until I,
Myself,
Have gotten addicted…
There was no other choice for my,
Chance to say,
“Good Riddance!”
To a train of smoke with one single stop,
Towards Death as…
I refused to let that be my inevitable plot,
To a story more to it than a tragedy caused by,
Booze and Pot…
Call me fake all you would like,
But,
I took the risk of,
Simmering down and turning right on a fork road where,
Not a single soul could halt my drive.
Just face it!
Both of you were never swift enough to keep up with a stride,
Fueled by a voice going hoarse the longer I stood by the side,
Of a broken family too busy trying to catch bewildered highs where,
Calling for help was not an option…
The only thing I did by drinking and smoking along,
Was burn bridges while drowning in a sea of pain where I was blind to it all,
While both of you took the liberty to stomp!
On each finger desperately holding on for dear life before my Fall.
With endless seasons passing by without a simple call,
Just to see if I survived!…
Yet,
From what I recall,
Enough energy was had to leave signs all over my bedroom wall,
Calling me gay,
A faggot,
Before I came back home from a job while stressing the world’s ongoing madness.
Enough energy was had to spread details of my personal life,
As a way to cure your everlasting sadness.
Your ways of finding a laugh in a world you’re too afraid to have hands in.
As I found my sanctuary at an open mic where I stand in,
Front of others I’d be able to call friends,
Both couldn’t stand it,
While crippled in a bed by vices I was strong enough to abandon…
Blame yourselves for being has-beens,
Within a mind and heart I’ll protect against the jealousy that has been established.
I find it funny,
How tables have turned the moment I chose to vanish,
Instead of beating around bushes only cowards hide behind of with a mask and,
Intentions on a sleeve I will expose in a stealthy fashion.
As I carry out a mission of truth rather than being a fraud living “low-key” while acting,
In the public’s eye where I have no problem being the man that,
I’ve always been.
At the fore and,
Behind the curtains…
m3l0dicverse 
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