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2Pac - The Good Die Young (Tupac Amaru Shakur)

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People fail to understand that there is more to a person than what appears. So what someone smiles and laughs everyday, does that automatically make them happy? Does a clown not frown behind a smile or vice versa? In this day and time people forget to care and just assume that everything is okay. You never know who’s life you may effect by just asking how there day is or taking the time to ask beyond the surface. Look into the eyes of a person and you can tell that the eyes can not hide pain or sadness. I write to touch the lives of others, to relate when others feel no one understands. I write to put a smile upon someone’s face, to make people laugh, or let people know they’re not alone. I write to save lives because writing has saved me. I was born fortunate and blessed with a way to form words in weird and extraordinary ways. I want people to see that no matter how you feel there is always someone else who can relate and through it all you can survive. Feel free to send ideas or request of issues. I love hearing different ideas, because it allows me to put myself in the shoes of others. Feel free to message, comment, or anything. Don’t be scared I won’t bite.(Poem)---ABOUT ME--....Four years of age and I’m confused..... A mother figure in my life is new..... But the other one I never out grew----- Her blood running threw my veins.... When I cry she answers my pains..... Now 18 trying to live life in the fast lain---- But I sit back and remember when I was 8..... Drama and problems I would create..... I was a bad seed...... A bebe kid indeed...... No one knew but I would watch my friend bleed..... And if he cried help, I would think there’s no need..... Ten years of age and I still didn’t know how to ride a bike..... My dad was always gone..... Wondering if he forgot about his baby son..... I was paddling as fast as can..... I learn how to ride my bike thanks to Mr. Morgan---- 10 years of age.... A devil child on a rampage.... Smiling putting on an act.... But doing bad things was the facts.... Family had a nice house, nice cars, and food to eat.... Clothes on my back and shoes on my feet.... But that didn’t stop me from pulling chairs from underneath girls seats.... Bad things I would repeat.... Sorry for stealing from my friends.... Taking money, touching girls inappropriately, so many sins---- Yet no one was ever there for me.... Or the rest of them.... Meaning my older sister and brothers.... My 9 year old friend taught me how to swim---- It was just me and my older brother.... And I could never understand his issues.... Now I trap his hurt.... Within tears and a tissue---- We move to Lake County.... I try to change.... But I can’t help but notice.... That people look at me strange----- I became someone I never was.... Now I have split personalities.... Not knowing who I am.... Which person do I set free---- I fight back the truths and lies.... My father starts to die.... My eyes bleed cries.... And my tongue is screaming why---- I reach for God..... But continue to fall in sin...... I continue to slip..... Right back into the past and where I’ve been---- So much people don’t know.... But I’ve lived 18 years.... Through the tears---- But I’m still the four year old boy.... Lonely and confused.... Let me be the friend that keeps you on the right track.... Because I always felt that I would make the news---- Not because of good but because of my death.... I’ve been four for 18 years..... That day was my first and last breath---- So let’s open close doors.... Your feelings I won’t ignore.... That’s what life was given to me for.... No joke.... So you can breath..... Rather than suffocate like me.... Until you die and choke.... Now you know a little about meSeptember 27, 2006
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