Story time

Verse 1
I woke up in the morning, no receipt, no fare,
But the weight on my chest charged interest in the air.
Clocked in at the job, but my mind ran away,
Like my spirit took PTO without a résumé.

They ask me how I’m doing, I reply, “I’m okay,”
But that’s code for a storm that I downplay.
I’m drowning in my thoughts, but I smile on display,
Like a clown at a circus with a mask full of gray.

Sometimes I wish I was a buffalo — steady and true,
Thick skin on the surface, but still grazing through.
Stampeding through struggles, yeah, breaking the chains,
Instead I’m shackled by silence, with words in my veins.

I try to draw my feelings, but the canvas too slow,
People read the outlines, never catch the Van Gogh.
So I rhyme in hieroglyphics, paint emotions in code,
Every bar’s a confession, every verse unloads.

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Verse 2
Walking home from the shift, headphones on blast,
Tryna outrun the future with echoes from the past.
Streetlights flicker like they signaling in code,
Each shadow on the pavement is a weight that I tow.

I’m a poet in disguise, but the world sees a clerk,
Filling orders with my hands while my heart does the work.
Every rhyme is a refuge, every line a retreat,
I turn pain into percussion, make my sorrow sound sweet.

They say “time heals all,” but my clock’s outta tune,
Got a calendar of scars, every month a monsoon.
Still I scribble in the margins, let the ink take shape,
‘Cause my story ain’t a prison, it’s a key to escape.

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Verse 3
Got home from the shift, closed the door, no cheer,
Stepped inside my own thoughts — it’s a mansion of fear.
Hallways full of echoes that remind me of pain,
Like the walls keep receipts of every loss I’ve sustained.

Anger sits in the corner, sadness creeps up the stairs,
Numbness in the mirror, I can’t dodge its glare.
Worthlessness at the entrance, keep on knockin’ to get in,
But I’m bolting every door, won’t let despair move in.

These rooms feel hollow, ceilings heavy with stress,
I’m searching for the light but the shadows never rest.
Still with broken legs limping, I chase happiness,
Every stumble writes a story that I turn into a crest.

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Final Verse (Ending Strong)

All the anger, all the sadness, yeah, they still in the room,
But I plant a seed of courage, let resilience bloom.
Worthlessness kept knockin’, but I changed the key,
Now the lock is my purpose, and the tenant is me.

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