My Comfort Zone
My Comfort Zone
The dislike towards myself is the reason for all my aloness
They say the home is where the heart is, so I guess I'm homeless
My attitude so cold and bitter, others no longer find appealing
They found the mirror to my soul which is very revealing
Reflectional
But far from symmetrical
"Damn Tylee, you good at what you do, you must be some kinda professional"
These guys with sarcasm is nothing but females with orgasms
They chase this hating feeling cuz it will feel good for them to have 'em
These women are the same, they ain't no better
They will still rain on my parade in California weather
When I talk about my writing I begin to become egotistic
Go a lil ballistic
My attitude ain't broke so don't try to fix it
Maybe I'm this way cuz I feel pressured, I already paved my way to greatness
My skills can't be no less than great, and that goes for anyone who wants to rate this
The group that I'm carrying on my back, their material which I also want to stand out
Cuz I didn't even kill this game yet, I'm still blueprinting my plan out
For other people to make something good they almost gotta kill they nerves
They be trying they hardest to make classics, I just be jotting down words
Nobody goes as hard as I go, I go past human terms
I keep going in til I get to the point of no return
But it's so many people counting on me
I can't allow for any mistakes
God blessed me with a platter full of talent
So I wouldn't dare pass the plate
But my comfort zone, it so far from being humble
But if I do go that way, would it make it easier for me if I tumble
If I fall, and nobody is there to give me a hand
So if I keep on acting the way I'm acting now, will it make me any less of a man
I speak from the heart and act from the brain
That means I love what I say and my decisions will never change
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Submitted on February 24, 2011
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 366 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 22, 4, 6 |
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