some things dont change

i dream wide awake as my mind contemplates
so cought up in a haze every part of my day
active mind at a rapid pace
words stick together like slapin paste
connect proper syllibles put em in place
jot it in pen try not to errase
im addicted to words and i have to say
i would probly not be here without verbal escape
graze in pastures of peace axtracting poetic disease
but my goal is not to harm those who follow me
dont get offended by agressive personality
dont take it personaly in actuality
pain is inevitible in the pages of reality
mentaling battling thought challenges
while balencin stress trying to please those who
dont know how to handle me
whether athority school buisness or family
feel like im hanging from a balcony
staring down at nothing but cloudy sea
try sprouting seeds but as soon as i see leaves
someone trampples it like a stampede
internally bleed metiforicly when obsorbing
pain in my environment torturing me
dont want to fit the norms social systems want me to be
so im looked at like a freak
like the mold on your cheese
not wanted like holes in ur sheet
dont conform to be something foreign to me
i am what i am and this is what i was born to be
i might act diferent than u
but i dont want to be a sworn enemy
u can find a friend in me
if u look and attemped to aknowlege me
and flawlessly make freindship a possibility
my mind moves with agility spilling these
metephores and similes
to bust thru like an infiltry
more powerfull than anyones militry
lyrical artillery
rambling like i have aderal pills in me
try to the best of my ability
so skillfilly build it like archatectual simitry
mix words like chemestry
multiply that by my expression
and mathimaticly figure me
gather and be the first to see
me defying the law of gravity
gradualy stacking sentences to actualy
lift me above sientific bounderies
build up condensation
then start showering down causeing debres to start flowering
verbilly splattering like leaky faucets in kichen sinks
start listening and watch me intentionaly
bring noise together turn pain into syphany
like vibrent colors and imagry
and ill instantly gain the ability
to glisten and forfill my dreams
sowing seams see glowing beams
and mend broken wings
but like i said im a dreamer
and i can only take this and hope to be
but reality is that the systems r choking me
provoking me to retaliate and be cut throught
and use violence but i want to do it peacefully
but in the end ill die and if u dont listen to me
ill just be another rain droplet evaperating out of our history