Rhyme My FRUSTRATION with ‘Lose Yourself’ by Eminem

Tilly Sung
2 min readFeb 13, 2024

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Warning: A pile of emotional vomit.

Photo by Ian Talmacs on Unsplash

Been writing since May 2022, the moment I married the words, I forgot the world.

But our fate was chewed up, spit out, and booed off the public.

I was fightin’ for life, you thought I writin’ for fun.

We got no helpers, no programs, let alone critics.

And all the programs claimed for diversity but actually wanted dynamic of big name and money.

I got no mouth to feed, ain’t no diapers for laptops.

But damn I got $0.01 for 100 posts, and there was one about B-queen outfit, yeah, tell me about trending, and I ain’t breathing.

Tryna shut my mouth and humiliate my work.

I got no money to even get that money, and the f* banks charge me for not having money.

Appreciate Stripe to not serve in my country, I preached everywhere feeding on passion, torturing in love and horrow, receiving loathe and shallow.

I got noticed by few but ignored to death.

Had no mentor to fix. Had no space to fear.

And the news never stopped b*tch about how unworthy my passion was.

‘What’s your strength?’ ‘…Read, think, write…’

And all I could do was write the reporter as a beggar in a story only I would read.

You said, ‘You should embrace critics.’

Did I just cry for snoring but not ignoring?

Em said he once thought rap was a pipedream til he met Dre.

I said I broke the blocks into pieces but only stumbled on them.

Not into tech, money, and f* the pretty title, ‘A pen contains unlimited power.’

I saw no power, but unlimited greed for power.

Spell back the love is evil, and it killed me, but I might not never earn something valuable to write my eulogy on it.

Flew to Europe to seek for stimulus, but lived with a bunch of addicts.

My mom is beautiful, but you sick f* said so was the p*ssy.

What if I read my first English book at the age of 30?

How could you tell me keep digging the grave for my love?

Oh, sh*t. There’s ain’t no one, and I did it again in the toilet alone.

Sorry for releasing the pressure of the pending rejection…, and mostly I have nowhere to be sad.

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Tilly Sung
Tilly Sung

Written by Tilly Sung

I dreamed of being an employed writer, but now I enjoy balancing learning, working, reading, backpacking, and occasional writing. And rapping my heart out!

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