Freedom of speech

Freedom of speech

My words are my reality

I have the freedom of speech.

I’m allowed to know how to feel and how to say what I feel.

There is so much going on in my life that people don't see, and I have a lot to say about it.

Sometimes I’m an ass hole.

For being too blunt.

Don't worry Ill just smoke that.

I will not speak with people who want or think I’m arguing with them.

Sorry I will not do that.

Because I say what I feel, I am real.

I don’t keep things inside.

Most think I don’t have control.

But trust me, I can’t just go with the flow.

If something is wrong, I’ll say it.

I feel so much and have so much input I have to put out there.

But sometimes when I do, I’m punished or rushed,

My words

My thoughts

They’re mine. Don't worry, I’ll be fine.

Although I am frustrated and mind racing, I feel like my words make or mean something.

I feel like I make, and they just take.

Not one really good word or congratulations for my words being published.

You think people would have better words to say back.

Instead they just turn their backs.

Try to relax

They are the facts.

Not normal acts.

Just truths I write. Whether from the past or future or fact.

I don’t fucking care

Sometimes people forget that pouring yourself into something you love and can speak your truths and feelings is so hard to do.

Especially sharing it all with you.

Words.

Again, I’m frustrated but I'll just keep putting my pen to my paper.

If I don’t speak up now,

Don't worry I will later

-ej