Most things I write may seem negative, but with a positive outlook on it. But there are times to where I feel trapped inside my mind.
Living as free as a dead eat with an open cage,
An adolescent with no job, no rent, but full of rage,
Front and center stage days go by like flipping a page,
Next chapter, I feel the hurt, let's fill it up with laughter,
But it's holding me back,
It's clenching my flesh,
It's holding me down,
It's got me at my best,
I got the worst case I'm standing in front opposite of the judge,
I give myself a snudge a little pudge so I push, I fall,
I'm teeter tawtering I'm all over the wall so I just crawl .
© 2018 Tommy Hall