shout out

they tell the dignose but i am not ready to label myself

they hand me my pills and say i shall take them twice per day 

swallow , close your mouth but all i want to spit them out 

but then you came along and spin my wheelchair like a record

round and round and if i go down, i at least had fun in my hospital gown

she say she no good for herself and that she should learn to love herself

you can see her ribs because she stop eat ribs , skin and bones 

just because she thought she met the one that would end up call her retard

it make her broken hearted for a while but then she return with the biggest smile 

try not talk about so much , i write about it instead 

because i knew what my diagnose has said 

that i am doomed but i checked off my bucket list 

except that damn phonecall , that number that make me hesitate all over 

again but i shouldnt because i can tell you mean well 

it just me being insecure but i am working with it 

its not that i am shady i am just that 

all of this silence cut deeper than vilonce 

so when you finally get a shout out 

i dont really know how to work things out 

and it sucks because i things we rocks 

the beginning of this wore when i got bullied for being epileptic
and i really felt through school there where something wrong with me
so i went around listen to music ( mark ronson and nate doog - oh wee )
and felt like a bad ass lol now i just feel like the princess of the ball