I'll never be your favorite I'll only be a face,
You'll never understand my cadence you'll never be in my place,
You'll never get my style it won't flow with that such grace,
But my words will hit their mark it doesn't matter what you say

I'm different, I'm not specific I'm a poet on a mission,
I paint pictures see my vision, understand it's my condition,
I write real rarely fiction, you don't know me, you don't get it,
But the overwhelming difference is the feel that's my addiction

I tend to be optimistic but what is it that I am given,
But a blade to my back or you to question my wisdom,
That's the circumstances I'm living hell within this prison,
It's like you wanna box me in and not let light in my prism

It's fine though, I'll just let my mind grow,
Take the risks as I grind slow, to get the things that I grind for,
So though I might not be your favorite I stand out amongst the real,
As one of the hidden gems that can deliver to you that feel.