I don't know where or why I fell down again it's like sadness is an inescapable stalking fan but that's when I pickup this old reliable pen it's old and tested but its always gotten the job done so now I need to confront these feelings with an ink loaded gun.

breathe

Let me start by saying I love my family and I know that they do mean well but sometimes they unintentionally put me through hell first off I don't mind helping with basic maintenance my grandpa is getting up in age so like dollars it makes sense
But why is it I'm always the number one draft pick for every single job?
The very least you can do is offer to help him out my god!

Secondly, to my aunt who I show the utmost respect towards
I know you want the best for me but meddling in my life while letting yours fall down the tubes can win you some Darwin awards.

I hated that I had to write this but I needed to get this of my chest,
So maybe me putting this into verse was for the best