Miracle

Trying 

Incessantly 

To be some kind of 

Pinnacle 

For 

Awhile 

It caused 

Depression 

That was 

Clinical 

The ones 

Around me 

See my pain 

Like it’s 

Explicable 

Most of the 

Time 

I just feel like 

My heart’s 

Invisible 

Just trynna 

Wake up 

And enjoy life 

Like it’s 

Livable 

Just end up feeling

Lost, misunderstood

And miserable 

All this hope

Nowhere to put it

Like it’s 

Fixable 

Let’s face it, though

That’s that 

Naïve thinking.. 

It’s fictional 

They paint me  

Like struggling 

Is somehow 

Criminal 

Reduce me 

Like my feelings 

Should be 

Minimal 

Then they  

Wonder why 

My nature's 

Inhospitable 

Point out 

My shortcomings

And then, they call me

Cynical 

Got no choice 

But walking ‘round 

Like I’m 

Invincible 

Got so much 

Pride

And that ain’t

Right 

Cuz it’s not 

Biblical 

But every ounce

Of empathy  

I get.. 

Conditional 

Gotta fight 

To make them

Understand 

The principle

I’m a person 

I got feelings 

Life is 

Difficult 

Not just for 

Them 

But for me, too..

I guess it’s 

Typical 

Always, always

The assumptions

They’re  

Habitual 

The constant

Talk  

Behind my back..

Satirical

They snicker 

And say, 

“Man, it’s 

Unequivocal.. 

She’s beyond 

Help.. 

All these mistakes 

She makes.. 

It’s pitiful.. 

But she'll never get 

Pity from me… 

It's quizzical 

How she can 

Be this way, 

So mean.. 

It’s impermissible.”

I take their 

Shit 

I hear their  

Noise...

I’ll be 

Despicable 

Truly, I

Want 

To be seen as an

Individual 

But I look to  

Yah 

Praying I’m in His

Peripheral

Cuz  

For them

To see me

Imma need

A miracle.