sitting on my sofa

For ten years I've sat down and wrote poems.... 

People sat back watching....

Not even rely knowing...

If there flying high like a 747....

Boeing....

Or sat down on a sofa because no more are they growing...

Every hour of everyday...

every minute in every way...

My mind starts flowing...

Forever exposing lies and the tragedies ongoing... 
 
Government...

Haha...

What the hell do we need them for...

All they do is feed the rich...

While at the bottom...

Trying to rise up...

The poor...

Why do I see this...

I need to open my own doors... 

Life's hit me hard, 

No fuck it....

My life has paused.... 

All I feel from my loved ones...

"My talents are ignored"

It was only yesterday...

Nikki give me a round of applause... 

My first true encore...

Trust me from her I adored...

After seven years i thought id of gotten more...

Saying that i suppose never again will i be bored...

I've got OCD but at the same time i have to hoard...

Bi polar too with that....

Some sufferers no the score....
 
If i didn't have these issues...

Maybe then every night...

Id be able to kiss ya..

But at the moment I can only miss you...

As my anger is too RAWWRRRR...

What should I do guys, 

I've been banging my head off a door for years trying to get help...

Getting passed about...

This isn't a country , this is hell. 

The difference..

Wait a minute?

Your saying you can't tell?

Here watch this, 

men rape and women there body they have to sell,

Not everyone though...

Only those under the whip of life's belt...

Fuck it ill finish here my fingers are starting to melt!!!!