Lonely at the Top
A little free verse poem of spilled thoughts. This first time so let me if you want a part2
they say it’s lonely at the Top
Yea kinda figured,
My mind so messed up it’s like searching for hidden figures
I want to scream at the top of my lungs but my voice won’t get bigger
Man this life so fake everything artificial.
Suicidal thoughts feeling like biggie when it comes to pull the trigger
I aim for the niggas goin against me.
They say it’s lonely at the Top I need sum help man
Who gon be the there for me when I can’t offer a helping hand
Father God guide this lonely man as he journeys praying don’t let go my hand
He floating he want to be a anchorman not for the news but just grounded at the top wit one hell of a view
They say it’s lonely at the top
Yea thats nothing new
I want to be at the Top but can’t seem to find the right thing to do.
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