A successful Fool Poem by KJ

Maybe what ill say it will not make sense. 
Maybe what ill do it will never make a difference.. 

I'm ought to feel tense when i glance at my situation, before u judge me analyse me first. 
i have no obligation to display a pretentious portrait at your convenience. 

I'm haunted by a stigma you call the past, u say forgive and forget but how do i do dat when a stigma eats me inside,
The seed of opalescent cream of new, growing like a mielie..

You want me to succeed but with your words you suppress my soul,
you call me your friend but at the same time you call me a fool,
you call me your brother but at the same time you call me a fool,
you call yourself my teacher but at the same time you call me a fool, and you wonder why i drop out of school, do you not get it? i am what you say i am.

I'm a fool you look up to, am a fool you trying to befriend,
am a fool that my friends call a fool just so they can be seen as cool, where else they are the fools who are breaking all the rules,
hence the brotherly code, you don't sell out your brother my brother, you sit down with him and you talk.
You put yourself in his shoes.

IF WISHES COME TRUE...

0h how i wish you were in my shoes...
I wish you knew how it feels to hear you choose
I wish you gave me a reason to believe you, but the best reason you had was hurt to impress.

I wish to receive, but the best I received was less than the first.
I wish to live free but the experiment of life is always a secret and
I wish it wasn't like that.