Writing

Writing comes to me as natural as you taking a breath.

Ive been itching to write its my life its addicting as meth.

Scratching at the surface trying to find my purpose.

Everytime opportunity is there Im feeling nervous.

Like a trapeze stunt happening at the circus.

Everythings all good till I reach the top.

Then everything slows down to a dead stop.

Sweat falling off me as if I was a strung out mop.

People honestly think there crying will make me feel sympathy.

But all them crys to my ears sounds like a symphony.

I stick to myself, I always shut my mouth and practice my ability.

Trying to move forward sucess has always been my deficiency.

Sliding in my groove trying to be in a better mood and act differently.

"But Tyler you're always quiet and negative also you keep to you're self"

so what I'm like a antique in perfect condition collecting dust on the shelf

eventually when the time is right people will clean me off and see my wealth.

So much ambition I'm on a damn mission but I got to sneak in stealth.

Until I hit perfection, I'm going hard like a erection slapping that ass like a belt.

Going hard in 2019 finding feelings I've never felt.

Dawg why are you acting cowardly should I change you're name to courage.

Soften up reality like a story book do you want you're porridge.

Come on take a bite I am sure you got a sweet tooth.

Just chew carefully I dont want you to choke on the real truth.

Cause you know some people can't handle honesty and being real.

Nowadays everyone seems to be a wannabe that runs and squeals.

Hide behind there mask until they get what they need then the real side is revealed.