Throughout my life I have known that I’m special <br />Living can’t breathe it’s too much pressure <br />It involves too many lectures <br />Offered as spoken words <br />Unhappiness results of my now wrecked nerves <br />Can’t run away the problems are now mental <br />Complexity why isn’t it simple? <br />Mentor my mind. <br />I’m slipping, I’m running, & I’m falling behind <br />Not in gaps but in the traps of the world <br />Father please help this black little girl <br />People look at me and wish that I was different <br />I am you just choose not to listen <br />I have ambition <br />I just choose not the aim <br />Maybe a lost player that chooses not to follow in the game <br />Dazed in a lost way lonely standing on the highway <br />Don’t pass by & pass those whom cry <br />Or those whom beg near those whom are high <br />What is standby? <br />When visitants never come <br />Heart pounding as loud as drums? <br />Who can you beat? <br />Love don’t compete. <br />That’s only pride! <br />Conceit perfects its art of disguise.<br /><br />Courtney Steele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fresh-air-needed/
