society tries to label me mallet me, with no jurry peers pressure me, but when face with thier problems , scurry in a hurry, to avoid the face that truly knows them.
People aviod me, yet call me out, but if they lived in my head they would know whos pain can make a fist clentch with regret and eyes roll in disrespect, my sanity is runned by the bottle, i try to stay calm, but i just press forward to later look back and shout my regards to all that was never part of my scars but shouldΒ Β been because my life lessons are just that hard.
Love is ****, but easily replaced, friends come and go, but what you said to those in the bottom will be remembered, words in the air you cant erase.
I learn to trust myself, love myself, fear myself, cause onlyΒ Β i can build and destroy.