My poetrys not meant to be romantic or spiritual
Its Methodically mathematic and Intrinsically lyrical
I write so unconventionally
And make it look easy
When in reality it's slowly killin me
In all actuality I'm Ill in my mentality
Every syllable you see was used by me intentionally
I Relentlessly refine the very design of every line
Can never bear to be just "fine"
I'm a perfectionist when I rhyme
So I spend time like it was all mine
To ease my shattered mind
And get this off my chest
While the rest get rest in bed
I'm up, obsessed
With being the best at this
Before I end up dead
Id rather write What's in my head
Than have y'all see it
Splattered on the wall instead
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