The Reality

Always trying to fit into my skin
keep repeating that silent wish
of wanting to be a verbal assassin,
carrying no care for feelings
which dwell deep inside
all of your fake faces
and hollow hearts.

Drama queens covered in mascara
dressed like sluts for invisible cameras,
fearing this metaphorical monster
who spills the truth like a disaster.
Let us not forget,
all the wannabe vermin
acting like weak gentlemen
hating this personal success
with which I have been blessed
so they try their luck at my craft
only to have everyone watching
laugh hysterically behind their back.

I have learned in the past 29
I don't need anyone else to survive
because I am as real as they come
all the people out there fear me
because my mouth is a firing gun.
So, instead of saying
exactly how they feel to my face
they would rather tuck their tails
between their shaking legs and run.

Its sad to take a wide look at the world
and realize everyone else is holding knives
and our backs are nothing more then bulls eyes
because of the walking lies that have become lives
that's why I will always be a straight shooter
and you'll be reading this as just another hater
just keep my name from your disgusting mouth
unless you got the heart to actually call me out.

When it comes to writing or keeping it 100% real
you cant even hold a candle to my flame
so keep peeking at my page and watching me smile
yes indeed, I'm in Love and as happy as I can be
I know it must suck to be just another
user, slut or coward sitting their all alone
wishing to God ..................
that you could be just like me.

By: Nicholas Angelo © 2007