Success is the death of meA Poem by KeeDChoose your path wiselySuccess is the death
of me Living in my mother's attic My life was dull but systematic I remember my teenage years Pass me by Without any friends, any love I was just A lonely boy I fiddled and played with java scripts Day and Night I rattled my brains on it Figuring out the hidden pieces I put together a complex thesis On how to code the perfect matrix Today I live in such success Big house, three cars and I dress to impress I have every need satisfied Be it money or the warmth between thighs But I still felt lonely like I did before I still felt like my existence meant more So I landed in Africa, decided to help the poor Stayed in the Congo for six months helping refugee's Until one horrifying day my camp was attacked by a rebel army Taken hostage, I reflected on my life Wondering if it's okay to die at this point or stay alive I decided to live, but it wasn't in my hands So for the next four months I joined the rebel clan Attacking medical centers, airports and government officials I was on a rampage, a killing spree Had no control anymore, I lost all mercy It was then I began to see that this life in front of me Wasn't right I wish I could have stayed that lonely boy I was before and live a normal boring life
© 2013 KeeDAuthor's Note
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