I’m done being caged up in a zoo. I’m breaking free from these steel bars and stepping forward in my own shoes and turning in these combat boots. There’s no more backing down. I’m not sticking around. I’m moving on and turning this frown upside down. I need to get my mind out of the basement, start climbing up this staircase and get this shit off my chest. Excuse my French, but it’s time for me to confess and relieve some of this stress I’ve bottled up all in this nonsense. It’s time to break this bottled glass. I’m thinking of going to my paper and pen, find some words I can vent. I’m getting bent out of shape; my nerves are in one hell of a shake. This note shall be my escape, to prevent me from going insane. Jot, jot, jot, every single thought that my mind possesses, it’s time to turn my mentality, let’s start the process. Beware not everything is going to be frosting. The memories rushed in my memory bank, made me think of where my life is going.
I need to start…Rising above the talkers and join the walkers. If you’re better than the rest, show it, don’t tell it. Talk is cheap, talk is shit. I am the definition of humble in life. I keep my feet on the ground with my head towards the sky. And that’s me rising above the bullshit called strife.
Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? It makes you start thinking of your life and all the times you could have replaced wrong with right. I would never want to aim a 9MM to anyone’s head again, just to make sure my life wasn’t going to end at that moment. Have you ever lost a best friend in combat? Get bullied by the people who were supposed to be your comrades. The military has shown me a military I never wanted to see, so don’t tell me I don’t have PTSD, don’t tell me I don’t have stress or anxie-a-ty. I’ve struggled with my battles day in and day out, even dreamt of someday finding an escape route. But today, I woke up stronger, stronger than I ever been. I couldn’t explain it, I just took a look out my window and you would never guess what I seen. The sun was shining and smiling down on me, like it was Tyler, I started to scream, “If you only knew the pain that’s been driving me insane! You left me three days before my 21st birthday! It’s been four years now since you’ve been gone, but it still feels like it happened yesterday! He only replied, “You may lose some battles, but the war, itself, is yours to win. Just keep with your writings with your pen and keep your time well spent.”
And with that I started to…Rise above the talkers and join the walkers. If you’re better than the rest, show it, don’t tell it. Talk is cheap, talk is shit. I am the definition of humble in life. I keep my feet on the ground with my head towards the sky. And that’s me rising above the bullshit called strife.