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As running away is not an option
I must stand and face the opposition
But standing strong is harder when your opponent is in the mirror
Everyday looking you in the face and staring you down to your fear or
Following you around every corner
Telling you "You're just a worthless stoner"
Whose dreams and ideas are far fetched and just fantasy
And those with love wanna know why I'm so hard on me
I say "I'ts a part of the creative process"
But to be honest it's how I feel safest
Whether from my own genius or others critisisms I don't know
None the less I put myself down so I stop telling other but rather show
To me and everyone around me that my flow isn't fiction
High or sober I show my love for diction
Coming up with concepts no other mind could fathom
Cause inside my head there's not a brain but rather a chasom
Filled from sea floor to sky with ideas of words from the deepest realms of imagination
And I do my best to show no hesitation
Eventhough my nerves are shot when it comes to presontation
But still my love of the pen is like an addiction
The smell of paper it's trigger
And 1st draft genius it's product
Wit every works end dawning my signature
The minds listening to it exploding in what the f*ck
Unexpectedly loving the words of a wild cocoa nut
The one that excaped the coo coo's nest
To put all the wondering minds to rest
Knowing that harsh self criticizer has and still is coming into her own
All the while sporting a dunce cone
To show how sane insanity is in my dome
Won't you come in and see how a self hater
Can be her own motivator
When I get towards my goal all will beg to see
How being my own critic allowed me to set creativity free
Eventhough the one who believes it least is me.
Lai-D Jay
