x1:
See I enjoy time with my friends nd loved ones...
But at times like this I prefer to be alone nd it's because of privacy; my perspective; it comes...
The world is jail nd Ive made my room the cell...
Go home after a hard day nd close the door with a new story to tell...
It's my escape...
My realization of what's real or fake...
Lock the door; expand my souls imagination nd I'm trapped...
Think about all the times I've cried yelled nd laughed...
When alone in my room Nd writing I feel like I'm in an unkown territory; my cell is something like mars...
Im different cus I see things differently,Im the kid who laughs even though he's behind closed bars...
Laughs cus although hes physically trapped; he's mentally  free...
Were all some typa doctor nd only our true friends or soul mate will understand our writing; every letter from a-z...
The kid who when asked to describe himself; prefers to write instead of talking; me...

x2:
People ask you questions nd there's two different answers...
But only one comes out cus it's easier or maybe just comes faster...
These are the answers that are slower nd Arent usually revealed...
Nd it's a trip cus their more on the side of what's real...
People I haven't seen in a while come up to me nd'll be like shit Tony you been working out? Your bigger... 
take the compliment but naw, my confidence is just smaller...
Still kick it with the same people? Naw man the group may have shrunk but gotten smarter...
How you been, still the same?...
Bitch your only asking to be polite; you wanna hear what you've heard but rumors is just a telephone game...
Got your braces off? cute; love your smile...
Thanks but It's fake; been like that for a while...
Ray bans? Those are pretty sick sunglasses...
Ya they help hide my emotions nd mood; most conveniant to grab in the morning; fastest...
Still cutting hair, drawing, doing sports, writing?...
Ya man thats art, their all my inspiration to keep going nd keep fighting...
Ask to read a couple of the things I write;tell em to go on my blog. tony your getting better!!!...
I guesse; but anyone could be. If it weren't for every negative aspect I've been through I wouldn't even be able to write a letter...
Hang out with me nd get a taste of my world thenll be like You really know how to appreciate the little things in life...
Well the darker your life has been you pretty much adapt to appreciate even the littlest of light...  
Its then my turn nd id ask watchu been up too nd things like how are you...
Do it to be polite But don't even bother to actually listen cus I know half the shit we'd talk about. It; it wouldn't be true