This is a long paragraph, but it explains a lot about this poem. I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was  12 years old.  While sitting in the hospital scared and upset many friends and family came to visit and everyone had the same thing to say, "I'm sorry," but it seemed so apathetic. I remember thinking that I would have rather they just didn't say anything, because I was sick of it. My uncle who died two ears ago from cancer came to visit me and I remember him walked through the doors of the room the hospital had me staying in and he just had a grin on his face and he handed me a bag of sugar-free candy, I didn't even know they made sugar-free candy, and he gave me a hug and said he loved me. That meant the world to me, I'm ******* holding back tears just typing this right now.  Sugar-free candy has these things in them called Sugar Alcohols, which at the time we didn't know what they would do to me.  Turns out that if you aren't used to them they will just give you bad diarrhea.  He didn't know that, and when he found out there was sugar alcohol he immediately felt guilty about it, and on his deathbed I was visiting him for one of the last times and he decided to apologize to me for giving me that candy, because he thought it could have killed me.  Seeing how much pain he was in and he still apologized to me destroyed me, I tried so hard to tell him how much that meant to me, but I couldn't get the words out through crying.  Even if that candy would have killed me, I would have died happy knowing people loved me.  It truly is the thought that counts and I know he was thinking about me. I just pray he knows that. I love and miss that dude and I regret far to often I didn't tell him that.  This poem is just a small amount of what I was feeling that day.

I love punk/******* music, and the scene is great, but people need to stop trying so hard.  When I joined the scene I was the kid who didn't fit in because I didn't look like everyone else, but that's why they accepted me, because I didn't try. If you fake it, and you do have a lot of friends, they know the fake you, and that **** will come out one day, and you'll be known as the dude or chick who is nothing but a fake. This song is sarcastic towards people like that. BE YOU!

glad youre okay

arguing with her, running into cement walls

moms

answering machine conversations/you were travelling

EDNOS/structure of lies