A piece I wrote October 2nd, 2008. I think I wrote this after a disagreement with my parents about something. I got super upset and was called “angry man” again.
For the longest time I thought the way I was expressing myself was okay, and this poem is proof of that. There’s an idea within this poem that is good — but there is still a level of health and safety when it comes to expressing ourselves that I was not capable of at the time.
It’s interesting to look back and literally see me writing about my bi-polar without being able to understand or accept its existence.
Emotions ebb and flow, you can’t control where they go —
depression, anger, sadness, they flip flop to and fro.
Frustration fails to forest freedom frequently,
fundamentally factualizing my frequency.
Killin’ and fillin’ me with doubts,
sometimes it feels I got a good-day drought.
But I won’t pout.
I may be drunk, trippin’, or in a six-round bout,
’cause I live life to the fullest, and isn’t that what it’s all about?
I have my morals my friends and my brain,
shit one day I may have some fame.
But as I stand now not every day is the same.
I live, love, and have fun.
And these emotions of mine, I don’t run from.
Thank you for reading.