The night is young Not even 10 Or maybe it's late Worries wrap my body Like a burrito Stuffed Overly stuffed Terrified my worries are going to Spill out Some say... My middle name is warrior woman!
I say "Worrier woman"
I joke.
Money is always the key Money this Money that
Why can't we give each other compliments as a form of payment Or not I don't care I do... Helping hands fall short The worried faces drown my mind Biting lip Picking skin Biting nails
I wasn't made for this life But I have to live it.