I've had a rough time at work this last two weeks. And this following poem is releasing my stress. So please no one on theotaku.com take offense. I'm just expressing my displeasure with some nasty people in my life. No one on here has ever treated me in any way but awesome. Thanks for that. Now on to my poetic rant.

I’ve got so much inspiration.
All your sick insinuations.
And your righteous indignation.
And all of my frustration.
It all gives me elation. Such high elevation.
The ultimate equation,
is of my own making.
All the crap that I’m taking.
The face that I’m faking.
Is all that you’ll never see.
That you’ll never believe.
Look at me.
I went from nothing.
To being something.
I’m everything you’ll never be.
And I’ll never stop.
Until I hit the top.
Or I’m forced to drop.
But it’s better than not,
giving my all. Or setting to fall.
I’ve got more than that.
I won’t fall off track.
And I’m not going back.
You can try to replace me.
Attempt to erase me.
But I still can’t be stopped.
I’m trapped in this freestyle thought.
No point and no choice.
Just me and the pen lifting my voice.
So maybe you’ll see.
The truth to believe.
That there is more than just hate, inside the real me.