I already have this one in the spiritual section but, I think it fits nicely in here too. I hope you enjoy it. Bear in mind that this poem isn't necessarily about me but, it may be about someone I've known or met. That's my style of poetry. Not only do I write about me, I write about everything that's around me too.
I'm walking on thin ice,
as I continue to pay the price,
for trying to make things right.
I used to rob banks
but, I've stopped.
And God is the only person who get my thanks,
as well as my props
because, everybody else juse labeled me
as a certified thief.
All I wanted to do was to make money
because, I needed it real bad.
The little money that I got from begging was all I had.
my personality is under heavy scrutiny
because, my soul suffers from severe immorality.
At times, I'm sharp as an ice pick,
with a mind as hard as a brick
but, still not slick as Rick.
Evertyime, I try to squeeze out of a bad cicumstance,
I usually end up with ants in my pants.
I swear to God that if I get another chance,
I would look at the world through a whole different glance.
I would make the changes that needs to be made
and worry less about being paid.
I've realized the consequences of society
and I hate of I the bad notoriety I recieve.
Right now, I feel like an army grenade,
fixing to detonate.
Continuing to pay the price,
for the wrong type of sacrifice,
my soul's on ice.