Recognition

Poor your life,
Into these words..

These lines 
These rhymes
(that flood my head)
That brand your mind
(and fill my time)
That kills your time

Who reads them
(who will read this)

At times i feel 
like a lyrical 
Vulture
Praying on 
My left behind dreams
Just as i have so many times
Before

(when will you wash off the makeup?)

When will i wake up?
To realize that i'm living
Fantasy
I don't have 
Enough faith in me
(you gave up faith 
i gave up grace)
Maybe i'm living 
Too modestly

Im always 
The one to fall
(now i'm the one
you fall on)

Down 
The rabbit hole 
Again
And back out
On the other side
Of the solid ground
Learning
To stand
(on my two feet)
On what to feet

Crawling with 
A carpet burnt body
My mouth is sore
From speaking my mind
I'm sick of my words
Being a hobby
Its time to test
(to pass)
The test of time

I'll pat my own back
Before they try
(before you try)
To cover it 
With mud again

I'll fill in the cracks
(i'll fall in the cracks)
Of this sidewalk
That i step on

Reminding myself
Of what i have
To live for
With a pen in my hand
(with a pen in the side
of your head)
You can slam the door
I'll walk right through it
(and build another door)