Always so critical on myself
More prevalent in my writing
Hoping my message is clever, impactful
Stressing over who approves
Convincing myself I’m no good

In the wake of a horrible movie,
I’m convinced I could write it better

Reading the lyrics of new pop songs
I’m convinced I could write a top 100

I’m convinced I’m only as good as I give myself credit for

I’m too oblivious and stupid
Surprising myself  everyday
With how hurtful the words that spew out of my mouth can be

I’m too kind
A little timid
As I just let things slide
Maybe to quick to forgive
That would attribute for the scars along my back

Unfortunately I don’t mind
For I’m too kind
To say what’s on my mind

Windows downs,
On the state route;
daddy driving a 93’ pickup
2000s blasting through the speakers
In the front seat with a gameboy
Joyous as any kid could be

What I’d give to relive one day...
One more day of innocence.