INNER CITY STORIES
I often ask myself what's my purpose here on earth
What will be my life’s work, reflecting my personal worth
Maybe I'm only here to remain alone and in the background
Not meant to be the cool kid or the class clown
People always knocking me down
Everywhere I go things turn dramatic
Keep my feelings locked inside my mind’s deep attic
Every time I turn my feelings loose I choke up and panic
As if I'm asthmatic
Stay locked up in a room, becoming erratic
While my mind keeps telling me I'm no good -- it's so problematic
I don’t understand why this depression persists, it's truly traumatic
When people keep asking me if I'm okay
My mind turns frantic
I simply reply, "I'm fine"
Now isn't that tragic?
Gave up long ago measuring the loss and the gain
Take a look in my eyes and you'll see all the pain
Mixed in with sorrow, all bottled up inside
This inner voice saying, just crawl in a hole and die
I'm not settling for all this depression, though
I'm trying to shake the past, but I just can't let it go
I’ve made mistakes I can't fix, and that hurts to know
I can't decide how to feel or what to do anymore
I'm so used to being on the down and low
Feeling like just another mediocre Joe
I tell my mind to stop thinking like this, but it just says no
I'm confused, lonely, bruised -- always feeling abused
I write this poetry so other people might be moved
Showing they’re not the only ones who think they’re doomed Locked up and entombed inside a dark room
Thoughts in our heads making us want to explode
Feeling the onset of yet another depressive episode
Picking our scars to guide others through the dark
While our hearts are being slowly torn apart