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Date Posted: 22:15:22 04/02/08 Wed
Author: Vincible
Subject: Screams (Freewrite)

Screams (freewrite)


I use to scream out hoping someone would hear me
I left that hope alone all battered and teary
I know not what steers me I feel automated
Its eerie how these walls seem to watch me
Making me self-conscious when I wanna be cocky
I feel like a second-rate Rocky battling this psyche
I heard talking to yourself is healthy if you add a mic
Now I’m mic’d up and cued up chemistry
brewed up this brooding mood’s so screwed up
Its like the savior finding himself just to lose us
This is the freeworld U.S. of A censorship commitees
We say what they tell us to say to be popular today
todays naysayer is tommorows laureate, another story
Wrote in vain spoken the same integrity broken
Too weak to even focus and aim just a bloke with no name
See we write it in blogs cause we too scared to speak it
Like the name of the lover so lost we wanna be with
So if I keep it in out of shame am I conceited
"Go ahead and speak it...go ahead and speak it".
so many little holes near my heart where I keep it
When I think I got gold they just call it some deep shit
"Deep shit?"....and its kinda ironic...this feeling
how I always say it stinks when I got it
I keep a pad and a pen in my pocket
so I can jot the emotion down whenever I got it
I’ve got it mixed up with mixed signals
the shrink analyzed how I think and told me
"No one gets you, you got too many issues"
but I feel a breakthrough coming deep down in my tissues
Now I’m footloose on this rocky road to redemption
in this school of life hell to me is just Detention
and I’ll skip it if I feel like it...yeah I will
cause today I feel psychic...I hear screaming
Its me cause I’m still writing
then magically the screaming stops.
the pen ran out of ink again.

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