Im Iverson

I’m Iverson, but people perceive me visually
For why is how each ego is portrayed differently.
How each flaw is tamed.
through diction people can create there own fiction.
Of who I am.
Soon to be hooked, addiction
Why do minds have such a thin line.
Between shattered, and flattered.
Why can we think.
Why do we die.
Why can our minds twist the view of our eyes.
Why can we create worlds based of lies.
Why can someone feel the pain of a cry, but tell them to die.
Why are we such fragile creatures with minds only we can perceive of.
Each person lives in there own mind.
Each person lives in there own hell.
To each of our own is heaven.
For our thoughts decide our perception.
Objection your honor
I cannot deal with the judge of life.
For all I have tried was to live, but look at what we’ve made.
We worship knifes.
Sharp edge.
Kids unfed.
Dying of sleep.
Minds of ungrounded deeps.