I used to wonder why i used feel like i wasn't good enough .
Sometimes life has had me in a complete tangle of complete confusion .
I used to get angry with myself because i allowed other people to affect my mood .
I used to always want what i couldn't have .
I used to daydream about the weakest irrelevant niggas i have ever met in
my entire life .
Wishing that i could be with them .
Wishing i could have the attetion the gived .
I used to want to fit it .
I used to wanted to be accepted by you .
I used to want to have approval from other people ,
I used to do things for your satisfaction and not mine .
I used to dream about being like you .
I used to think i was ugly .
I used to think that i was invisible .
I used to believe that i was weak .
That i wasn't able to .
That i wasn't capable of success .
But since those silly days of my pre-teens , i've had a revelation .
I've realized that i couldn't be like you .
I couldn't be a follower .
I couldn't be what you wanted me to be .
Even if they didn't like who i was becoming, i couldn't fall into the hype .
Fuck the hype .
Fuck what you wanted me to be .
Because i am not like you .
I will never be like you .
I could never be like that again .
Because i am growing up into something extra ordinary .
Something that i can't even describe .
Sometimes i even scare myself with the ideas my mind possess .
The future i want .
The things i'll grasp .
I do it for my satisfaction now .
I no longer need your deceit .
Your lies .
The unimporatant statements .
Because not only will those statement make me break your fucking neck ,
But they will build be up , making me new and improved every single time i
open my eyes in the morning time .
My transformation .
It was amazing .
And now here i am .
Ready to take on the undiscovered and the untouched .
And as i progress in life ,
I look forward to it .
And as i finish this blog with a brush of relief .
I go off to my business with my creative motifs .
Peace .
And much love to you .
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.