My words, are only reflection of my feelings, and my style is my reflection of my art.
Every breath I take, I analyze my life, my feelings, my dreams, and my hopes. I see what is wrong and refused to stay inept.
My greatest one, the one whom holds the opinion that matters the most, complimented as childish for my words. That is what good enough is?
In my heart, feelings are wrong and loyalty is misunderstood.
I will do better, and not give, but to watch , and over think. Cold heart, sharp tongue, and greed is the way to be, as no one will become better than yesterday.