Nailed Filled with rage at a very young age there was no way i would listen to the sage i lost my life at a very young age there was no way i could turn my page i had a dad who always made me sad there was no one to listen to miseries i had they always said i was a miserable lad there was no way the could make me mad people who go against the world, are always called one i wanted to live the way i want, and never cared for being called one driven outta house at 15 i was already dead by 13 the world was dead to me by 14 i claimed lucifer was my slave at 19 kids pelted stones at my head when i said i was dead when i turned back they fled i used to smash them till they bled the mad called me mad the whole worlds mad the whole worlds sad
wow... so much rhyme!.. great poem.... some more great ones and i shall give u reps.. shame no one ever gives me any
Hey nanda, I think You have emphasized a li'l too much on rhyme, but on the whole nice effect... keep rockin' dude...
Thanks for the suggestion Maverick I will try not to rhyme too much(So that it wont spoil what i want to convey)