I'm Still Here

Singer/Songwriter G. Moore shares the 1st poem he ever wrote in high school entitled I'm Still Here.

My Life is not pure and my life is not easy

I am not one to play games so don't tease me, just intrigue me, please me

But if u wanna play be prepared to lose

cuz we playin by my rules, my don't and do's

I rise ever so slowly being guided by every important fact thats been told to me

I have taken much for granted but my nu seed has been planted

A nu day has come, I've learned that life is not always gon b about who won

If u take everything, leave my concentration, Keep away from me ur manipulation

That u try my with on any given occasion, please, please, PLEASE don't make things complicated

U need not be the leading cause of my frustration

I have gone through my pain, and i have been near insane, my life has been strained but guess what!

I'm still here.

I have been through my external and internal fights, I've had my dark nights

things have gone back to being alright, and guess what...I'm still here

I've had my scars, there's been times when my last breath wasn't but so far...I've had my bruises

and I've been confused, my life has been distorted and I failed to report it, but hey, I'm still here

making it thru my fears, the rough years, trying not to shed tears, being sincere, I'm still here!

You build me up only to let me down, but every so often u surprisingly take away my frown

I love you, every pound, every minor sound, u take me up from water when i drown

U must have a clear mind in ne given situation that u might be unwillingly facing

in u i confide, from u i do not hide, by u i obide, my interest i no longer send u on a search to find,

So don't ever say i didn't make an attempt to try.

As ur deep words come out, i want to shout, i want to confess, that i have been secretly obsessed.

And can not take in these large meals of stress, When i kno i am trying to give my best.

I think, i sink, i breathe, i grieve, i touch, i 4give u 4 too much

I can't take it so i won't fake it, my soul? i misplaced it, my mind? u erased it, my heart? u stabbed it,

my thoughts? u read them, my needs? u shared them

I place the gun to my head as i realize i no longer want to live my life, for it i will no longer fight

i place my index finger on the trigger, i pull it, now that im dead, NOW?!?! u wanna b bitter, i kno

ur ass couldn't be sicker, but it's too late, i lived up to my self bestowed fate. Me?

u didn't appreciate

u didn't think i would take it that far, now u share my scars. u hurt me again and again

but did ne1 really win? my point, my dear friend, is that lovin ur ass should be a sin.

Disclaimer: It was composed prior to singer Fantasia performing in Oprah's Color Purple play singing a song also entitled "I'm Still Here." G. Moore's poem is not at all linked to the song performed by Fantasia.