1d
My mind isn’t a product on a shelf, my ideas don’t have date of birth…
So why?
When I use my creators talents to survive do they feel entitled?
Do they need enlightened?
My creativity is what leads to my earnings not income…
Do they know about my struggles, have they endured my downfalls?
Was I given an option?
Provided without consent a number and label, scanned in at every doctor visit…
Can any other entity force participation in becoming an owned product?
Government.
I’m on the spectrum, I’m an uneducated man, I’ve barely read an entire book, ADHD won’t let me take a seat…
Taxed on every step, in between and during every breath, well this isn’t a service anyone could offer but me…
CREATIVITY!!!
I’ve overcome every statistic that they say I should be a part of.
Raised by a teenage mom who struggled with drug use…
Raised within an environment that provided every type of abuse…
Institutionalized from a childhood that provided trauma rather than comfort.
Do they know how many hours it has taken me to not be subject to the pain?
Do they know my brain was under so much strain that it physically and mentally drained me?
Why do they keep messing with me, can I please just be left alone?
At home I feel safe, out in the world I have to pretend to be someone fake in order to make a living for my family.
Many like me collecting a check but I still keep chasing mine.
Does this make sense?
Why won’t my mind let me erase the past, why does the present always seem like a science project that costs me financially, when will the future provide freedom through security?
Amidst the spectrum I lay, within life I lie, within my mind I continuously try, within my heart I cry!!!
My wife, my sons, my dogs are all that I can comply with.
Any other relationship or friendship is made to cohabitate because of this mandate they provide.
They keep pushing these lines closer forcing me to hide, I refuse to reside within their time.
I refuse to comply and belong to a world I didn’t ask for.
I cannot be forced to fill their cups with the sweat from my back filling their bank accounts without wanting to mentally break and crack!
SNAPPED
Please just understand, look at the psychiatrist notes, the fact I have not been subject to hate or pushed the pain I exhumed on others should tell you I’m doing good enough.
I don’t want or need to be measured by the pressure I can be forced to endure, my existence is not your business.
You got me for 12 years in the school system, force feeding fictional wealth, indoctrinating my mind to persuade me to your side…
Keep sending me letters, keep trying to instill fear, smear my name I was given like a dog all over your cut down trees, I refuse to entertain your tries…
Judgement day will come and for those like you who run and hide I wish I could see…
Judgement day will arrive and for those like you I wish you could see, I’ll be standing tall looking eye to eye!
PROUD!
So why?
When I use my creators talents to survive do they feel entitled?
Do they need enlightened?
My creativity is what leads to my earnings not income…
Do they know about my struggles, have they endured my downfalls?
Was I given an option?
Provided without consent a number and label, scanned in at every doctor visit…
Can any other entity force participation in becoming an owned product?
Government.
I’m on the spectrum, I’m an uneducated man, I’ve barely read an entire book, ADHD won’t let me take a seat…
Taxed on every step, in between and during every breath, well this isn’t a service anyone could offer but me…
CREATIVITY!!!
I’ve overcome every statistic that they say I should be a part of.
Raised by a teenage mom who struggled with drug use…
Raised within an environment that provided every type of abuse…
Institutionalized from a childhood that provided trauma rather than comfort.
Do they know how many hours it has taken me to not be subject to the pain?
Do they know my brain was under so much strain that it physically and mentally drained me?
Why do they keep messing with me, can I please just be left alone?
At home I feel safe, out in the world I have to pretend to be someone fake in order to make a living for my family.
Many like me collecting a check but I still keep chasing mine.
Does this make sense?
Why won’t my mind let me erase the past, why does the present always seem like a science project that costs me financially, when will the future provide freedom through security?
Amidst the spectrum I lay, within life I lie, within my mind I continuously try, within my heart I cry!!!
My wife, my sons, my dogs are all that I can comply with.
Any other relationship or friendship is made to cohabitate because of this mandate they provide.
They keep pushing these lines closer forcing me to hide, I refuse to reside within their time.
I refuse to comply and belong to a world I didn’t ask for.
I cannot be forced to fill their cups with the sweat from my back filling their bank accounts without wanting to mentally break and crack!
SNAPPED
Please just understand, look at the psychiatrist notes, the fact I have not been subject to hate or pushed the pain I exhumed on others should tell you I’m doing good enough.
I don’t want or need to be measured by the pressure I can be forced to endure, my existence is not your business.
You got me for 12 years in the school system, force feeding fictional wealth, indoctrinating my mind to persuade me to your side…
Keep sending me letters, keep trying to instill fear, smear my name I was given like a dog all over your cut down trees, I refuse to entertain your tries…
Judgement day will come and for those like you who run and hide I wish I could see…
Judgement day will arrive and for those like you I wish you could see, I’ll be standing tall looking eye to eye!
PROUD!
