Myself i depict
Thoughts i contradict
Far from peace
Poetry my release
From negative to positive
Weed was the causitive
Gone for good, as it should
Constantly misunderstood
Not by those who love me
That's what i see, want a garauntee
A year it will take to make
Shake, erase and replace
Get ready to embrace, a new face
Filled with joy, no longer a boy
For i sit and contrive
My life to be revived