Hello! How are you? I'm...
Self-loathing, mentally broken
Desperate, needing help cause I'm holding
Rebellion, selfish from my head to my pelvis
And my legs might as well be already in hell
Sermon preaching, words conceited
Ugly skeleton burdened with demons
I am spineless, prisoner of my shynesss
Insecure as a blanketless Linus
My dreams won't come true cause they're not supposed to
And right now... I'm wearing no shoes
Nice to meet you
What? Too much of a mouthful?
Here, let me shatter that into a million pieces for you:
I'm a middle child, 'nuff said, right?
Could end the poem right now
But then I wouldn't be able to tell you how
I was born into a Christian family
That until I was in high school didn't approve of youth groups
No cable, I wasn't up on the newest cartoons
Strictly PBS, homeschooled for eight-some years
All of which I had buzzed hair
Midway through eighth grade dove straight head first into the public
Right around then culture branded me an introvert
And I determined I was immured society's prisoner
But I am not a victim
Glory is not formed by man's definition
But let's stick to the schtick, my time here is limited
Four years ago, I didn't consider rap as music
Today I stand before you a self-confessed hip-hop head
Now I really want some t-t-turntables
I try not to take myself seriously except when there's dramatic music playing behind me
I suffer from writer's block on my own life story
I have long hair... and I do not care
Actions don't bother me, all reactions do
I am insensitive, I am ignorant, and look, I can break dance!
I can't communicate so everything I say will remind you of someone you hate
I am all that I hate about you
It's nice to meet you