"Faint but strong is my description of the devil's Whispers,
Bruised and bloodied as I look down at my hands with its many Blisters,
I can feel all of this pressure with this concrete that is inside of my Chest,
I'm just trying to win at this thing called life and do my very Best,
But there is so many people that are just waiting on me to Fail,
They don't want to see this humble young man rise from the ashes and Prevail,
It's a miracle because I don't look even close to the many times that I have been Burned,
When I was at my lowest of points, I watched and seen how many of those backs were Turned,
Got me reminiscing about all of those times in the past that I was left alone in the Dark,
And how I used to always have doubts about myself and being unsure with always just leaving the question Mark,
Feeling colder than ever like if I just woke up and went outside on a fresh December Morning,
Didn't know that I would be in this position that I'm currently in as I never received a Warning,
Grinding through it all and facing my struggles head on and trying to clear my way through the Smoke,
Tired of them thinking that I'm just a pushover and only a Joke,
Sitting down relaxed and playing at my own pace as I'm playing my own instruments as I continue to Strum,
Just got to know to wait and be patient, as I'll get everything I deserve and also that my time will Come ..."
©jamaree
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