Stuck in-between, Im placed in the middle.
There are instruments I use, and can hear the riddle.
My rhymes have gotten old, but my problems re-fresh,
One by one, taking off pieces of thee's flesh.
Group of friends fight, and a break up occurs,
Where I am forced to separate it, as my vision dimly blurs.
Up in flurries, my hopes for a love still burn passionately,
Yet my thoughts are on the fight, mental crashing it rationally.
"You gotta help me out!" "People call you a little outrageous".
These thoughts I can deal with, but the stress and depression is contagious.
And by the time I found out about the virus, I was red and green,
With a stuttered swagger-walk, seeing people stare Dead at me.
All I ask for is tranquility, but yet it doesnt make a difference,
Im stilled cussed out everyday like Dracula on a blood-drain deliverance.
Cheyenne K and my sis harlea, yall feuded with Sam and Alyssa, (slant)
And it never hit me that occasionally, Hannah, I do miss ya (slant).
Grades low, tryin so hard to balance out my world,
But Im confronted with some pervert sayin, "Yo check out that high girl!"
Ya know what, screw that it aint me, thats not my charisma,
I am a Jeff Hardy Jr., I try to show my enigma.
See when you see me, Im two people in on person,
And if I'm asked to do something, the situation may worsen.
I dont ask you to like me, and I dont force you either,
But between anger and depression, I hate both, love neither.
I carry my reinforcements, the endorsement to do bad is heavy,
Struggling my situations every second, I never do believe I'm ready.
I'm steady on my feet, but all wobbly in the cranium,
Thanks to a crew, yeah they made me umm....
See what happens when things go overboard?
I lose my train of thought and and as if in a clover ward.
I've been shot, pierced with a sharp arrow,
I pay for the best care they got, but the poison spreads narrow.
So used to happiness, and my bill of rights granted,
Now it feels like my heart is captured, and my soul is planted.
Faced with a trial, my expiration date has occurred,
So now a decision is ahead of me, either expire or be referred.
Short verse, so I end by saying my stress becomes greater,
Just like Luke Skywalker's did when he killed Darth Vader.
See when you see me, Im two people in on person,
And if I'm asked to do something, the situation may worsen.
I dont ask you to like me, and I dont force you either,
But between anger and depression, I hate both, love neither.
Am I lyrical or fearable?
