My Super Sweet 16

I'm back at it again

Bleeding from the small end

Of my ink pen

In need of a friend 

Not one that's pretend

You Who only lives in my head

Sick and tired 

Of walking on this wire

With all I desire

Sitting within reach but I ascend higher and higher

I'm shaking like a washing machine my head spinning like a dryer

Too hot like a marshmallow over a camp fire

I may be having a panic attack, but who knows

I juggle like a jester in front of the iron throne

You can judge, but I'm casting the first stone

Through your bedroom window, I'm going inside your home

With KFC fingers touching everything you own

I'm missing a few pieces, like a yard sale puzzle

But I'm like young wicked, I got that killer hustle

Like you all I'm a slave to the struggle

But unlike a seatbelt I'll never buckle

And you can go on and continue the hating 

I still got that class, on blast like I'm whitney Peyton 

And I'm climbing my grind while your steady waiting

But I fly like a faygo after it's been a shaking

And all of my time I'd like you to quit waisting

Before we find ourselves in a cutthroat situation 

I'm just dedicated to living my dream

If you like this here, then come join my team

And watch haters drop when I blow off some steam

As I hulk out and bust out a seam

Please welcome all to my super sweet 16

By LukeCoomer aKa Wyshmasta 

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