Do Tell
Do Tell the therapist I'll get there in my own time
I'm just not ready to let you examine my mind
For so long I hid behind being insane
Bipolar so the thoughts are illogical in my brain
Half of me thinks my poetry sucks, the other half thinks no one can compete with my pen game
Tell the readers I'm sorry if I use too many punchlines, I grew up on Hip-Hop
I love using double rhymes, but I hope my message doesn't get lost
I'm so lost myself, I'd never try to say I'm perfect
I've been a male whore, I apologize, as a poet I should find a better way to word it
Tell Chantal I'm sincerely sorry, I wish we could go back for a fresh start
I don't need to give it to you, because you've still got my heart
Depression had such a hold of me I couldn't let you get close
Now I'm in a better place but can't get another chance with you, so I'm still broke
Tell my Biological sperm donor that his love and a hug was all I craved
So when I get to the heaven gates I'm going to punch him in his face
Do tell all my exes and every girl I've dated
I always wanted more than to just see them naked
But I was unable to show the love I wanted to express
Do tell the grim reaper I survived my suicidal attempts, so I don't have a fear of death
I'm just trying to find my way back to the right path after being dragged through hell
I just hope you don't judge me for all of this that I want to tell
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