fake smile

Its More to the story..then just the picture...room full of eyes..but no one can see thee vision..sometimes i sit in listen...to the sounds of my dreams quitting....while my heart tryna fix it....my mind like forget it...while my body tryna get it..so which part of me is in the right position.... man feel like this bad luck got my soul in submisson...all this pride on my shoulders...but how long will i lift?...my anger comes back as soon as my smile trys to inch in...so much tension...life full of penny pinching...you can feel my pissed ness...after every sentence...bad luck is a sickness...but im still tryna fight it....smile on my face..while i have a mental riot...this is not a rap..not even a poem..just a way to say my emotions without having to show it...devil on my shoulder.s..with every step in...but i refuse to let my mothafucking neck bend...ima hold my head up....and ima stay ahead of..this bad luck tryna follow me...but i will never befed up....life full of bullshit...hoping hapiness is next up....