I’m thinking dangerous thoughts,
Everyone is out to get me
So I stay on my own, cuz I don’t want to see the evil in their eyes.
Nobody loves me, I feel it every-time I go to sleep,
Or am I just mad, my thoughts, a product of my insanity.
Running fast, but my palms ain’t sweaty, heart beating fast
For a reason I want to believe,
That soon, the rocks are going to fall on me, somebody help me
I’m trapped inside my own mind.
Engaged in a battle that I really don’t want to fight,
So I write to maintain, a conversation with my own soul,
Knowing he be stingy, he want’s me cuz I’m all he got.
Many tears I’ve cried, veiled within this smile I wear
I really want to care, but my emotions are kept in chains.
Nobody want’s to know, but my name is Mali-a-kim
Raised in a place, that war, was it’s only friend.
Marginalize, there’s a million stories yet to be told,
Before I fold, I’ll write until the ink runs dry
Mali-a-kim is fictional, but I like the name so possibly I might make something more of this. It is a little abstract, but hey, abstracts are abstracts