We may not have an intellectual grasp over the written word,

 

That's why maybe sometimes my words are considered obserd,

 

When all I want really is to be honestly heard,

 

To make me think nearly I could almost be served.

 

Served by folks that truly understand me,

 

If not from friends, loved ones or family,

 

To face a reality borderline depressive fatalities,

 

Visited by ghosts with stark regularity. 

 

You will find me,

 

Positive and liable,

 

One hand on my phone the other on my Bible,

 

I struggle to see how many see me as stable! 

 

I killed my twin brother as a fetus, kane and Able.

 

With my mind set on whiskey and gin,

 

 I read the revelations where my life starts to begin,

 

Am I a sin?