Where I stand; the man I am; on my land

I never give up on someone who's feeling gone, but when I feel like it, i'm left to deal alone, and said to be the toxic misfit, like if i'm just a stone, easy for them to quit, and stay out of my zone, because I am just a, hypocrite, for feeling the pain to the bone, because they can't admit, the same pain they have also, known, so they will rather threat to split, than to be someone grown, and make me out to be unfit, so I am overthrown, and I can't even acquit, or try to atone,

just because they don't permit, and don't condone, and only omit, and stay over, blown,

instead of trying to submit, or loose the verbal, tone,

and instead of trying to knit the slit, of pain needing to be sewn, they take a drill bit, and go way overblown, when I just want to remit, and go back to my throne,

but then again I am hit, with the overtone, and reminded of being a misfit, and that I am prone, to never refit, without a grindstone, so I take the hit, bit by bit, till my split spirit, is gone with my wit, and I get spit, right on my grit, till you see my obit.

Now I've been shown, my capstone, that I am just a loan, easy to disown, always on postpone, worth nothing more than a groan, and made to dethrone, and apart, i'm blown, like I am as brittle as freestone, and then unbeknown, but I do know, where I am homegrown, and I am a milestone, away, from the headstone, my grave, and I will not be a slave, to how I am expected to behave, its who I am worth, thats worth to save, and I will be brave, and I will never cave, after everything I gave, I will conclave, and you will feel my shockwave, and I will never deprave, and I will engrave and pave, my rave. Its time for a new wave, after everything I forgave, time to be a threat like a heatwave, i'm the autoclave, hotter than a microwave, to any who misbehave, and my fury stave,

those who want to enslave, the love I gave and save.. Anyone unhappy with what I gave, is a architrave, you will mold away, while I enjoy the day, that I chose to walk away not to stay,

and found my way, to find my own gateway, and I will not delay, or let myself decay, I will never stray, from my pathway, until I fade away, or reach my judgment day..

This is all I have to say, with this wordplay.. My enemies will not overstay, its doomsday, and I will slay, the rest will stay away at bay, and be nothing but a memory of yesterday, you better be a runaway, when I display my array, that my life, is my broadway, I have no dismay, in who I display, because my Lords side, is where I lay, and exactly where I am to stay.

~Troyce Reimer

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