I've been told I be reaching That may be but how else Am I going to touch a star No matter how high I reach It all comes down to me I feel the pain I see things I've experienced things, things I no longer take literal I know it's a war and I know It's spiritual I'm a Poet One who relates creatively Every since my nativity Those around me knew it Was something different about Me being different can be Dangerous thing to be in Society when taking hold Of my own mind filling it With words shaking it up Pouring it out and make it rhyme Sometimes it happens when I'm mad not the anger kind It's when I'm fighting a demon Name Melancholy who used To make me pull the covers Over my head and cry "Please God let me die" There was a time I didn't know How to live so I wanted to die Melancholy is still around Melancholy won't go away Melancholy's presence is even Stronger these days I got something in me To keep it at bay Something I was blind to And could not see It's a circle I'm in the middle It's around me the covers off My eyes dry no longer "Praying to die" It all comes back to me No matter how high I reach