Musical Mind

Rating : 3

I am different,
and a bit slow

I have disorders,
thought You should know.

I am fat,
and covered in sores

I am a mess,
of clogged up pores.

I am poor,
and I suck at the simplest of math

I am an outcast,
an overmedicated psychopath

But there is
a part of Me

An invisible part,
almost impossible to see

Music is My life,
music is My love

Music is My salvation,
a blessing from above

Why do people
think it is nothing?

If angels always sing it,
then it is something

I am not a prophet,
nor am I a saint

I am merely spreading the message,
of the picture My mind paints

These are times of desperation,
where We have nothing to lose

Please repeat the message,
"It's the music that We choose."