Wrath

All this pent up energy I have school acts like I wanna spend it on math,

they wonder why my pen channels this wrath and I pin it on dad,

but I’m thankful cause it gives me the chance to vent to the pad,

every time something happened or pissed me off I went to the pad,

I’m a descendant of the mad I won’t ever descend to the past,

I ain’t making that mistake again I’ll transcend through this wrath with my pen,

I ain’t gonna be a sitting hen though cause it’s my mind that’s a metaphorical pen,

and my mind is running free as far as it can go it’s rare for the pen to be my friend though,

we’re frenemies Till I start chugging Hennessy then he wants to become friends with me,

I try to let it be try to let it see I don’t give a shit but I guess I’m my own enemy,

I play with words like I played with food I threw it on the wall till something stuck like glue,

I’m just throwing words at the wall with my mind in shock completely destroying this writers block,

if you can’t see what I’m saying I guess your sight is gone like Stevie I wonder if your mind is lost,