This came to me tonight:
I'm making this off the top of my head
so I am not expecting a work of art.
I never asked to be this way!
I can not change who I am,
If you are Bipolar,
according to life insurance companies
you're already dead.
So what now?
I don't have the right to die
I shall never take my life
I shall not give up the fight.
I have the right to work my life away
to a money ***** boss
but why is it...I'm not allowed to die!
And when I do
which is regretable
but enevitable,
nothing can stop my frets
to save my family the burden
should I be buried in the backyard
along with pets
Trying hard for acceptance
My mind went more astray.
So this world is not worth
that pain everyday.
Hiding in the shadows for too long
I will have my voice!
If they don't like it,
I don't give a damn!
The gift of free will is a gracious one indeed.
They can take the clothes off my back
but they can't take from me my choice.
I'm always going to tell it like it is..
About the morals people lack!
