My enemies are ripping
Bits and pieces of my soul
I give up and let my enemies
Start to take control
I try to rise but the further
I get pushed back into the hole
I'm trying but dying
Sometimes I may be lying
And failure is disappointing
This causes me to start crying
People who care would never know
Because they only see the outside of me
Even if they asked my heart would not let it be
Be known not as a secret
But something I hold back
Not my feelings but life
Is something I seem to lack
I'm lost, my path
I have still not found
Looking for an answer
But there still is no sound
And it is happening
By: Lamar Betts
Situations:
With my interior thoughts
As they intersect between each other
Causing me to deduct some situations
From confusion that should not be deducted
Which makes my choices not sure of
That allows me to not accommodate
To the situations that are most important
Leaving me to only hurt
The situations, the people, or myself
Because the choices being made
Are not bonafide
By: Lamar Betts
A good day
From breakfast
To lunch, to dinner
At the carnival I won prizes
I am a winner
To a party I danced and had fun
Without drugs with out guns
So much excitement and laughter
We played games
Got to know each other names
I was having a ball
Like while I'm writing
So peaceful no fussing no fighting
No stressing any pain
That was not on my mind
It didn't come my way
I was to hard to find
Everything was great
Everything went my way
No negativity
And the skies were not gray
It was a beautiful sight
And today was a good day
BY: Lamar Betts