Growing up with struggles
It left my mind puzzled
And now I’m In a tangle
By looking from each angle
All I need Is a cuddle
Maybe even a snuggle
My minds clearly boggled
From thinking about trouble
There’s light end of the tunnel
It’s blocked filled with rubble
Like the wool of my flannel
I’m bursting like the bubble
It won’t affect my hustle
And no I’m not from Brussels
Have guns like the muscles
I’m about to break my knuckles
I never had a role model
Ended up breaking bottles
I shed tears like a nozzle
And made a big puddle
Went through a lot of tussles
Balancing life like a juggle
Still alive I nearly crumbled
My mouth getting fumbled
I’m In space like the shuttle
I don’t need a belt buckle
Anytime I go for rumble
I end up staying humble
My minds at a subtle
Like living In a jungle
Had no one to get a huddle
I’ll remember all my struggles
About the Creator
Haychie_Artist
Just A Regular Guy From London Who
Writes & Rhymes….
Writing & Rhyming Comes From The
Heart….
Voice For The Voiceless….
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