Stressed beyond compare
Even when I feel I've figured a part of my life out
Its shoved back in my face to fix again.
So much going on at one time
But I'm stuck on some things
I can't move as quickly as I want too
Procrastination already creeps up on me
Now life sprinkles a dash of its own disasters on my plate to add more flavor
To an already full meal
New problems just arise
From every angle
As I walk my path problems just bank corners
One with a bat
One with a knife
one armed just with a cunning voice just to fck with my head
So hard to focus on the road when there are so many detours
Climbing the tree of uncertainty
While the branches hide the monsters of life so perfectly from sight
Not knowing what's there until i reach for the next branch and it grabs me
Jumping down to avoid  the fear
But what do I gain from being scared of life?
What would I have gained from climbing in the first place ?
I have to fight... The evil forces that surround this humanal existence
The pain that we endure.
The forces that affect me directly and indirectly
Every problem I learn from
But honestly do I get stronger ?
The wounds heal leaving nasty scars
Helping me to understand more
People with bibulous tendencies
I use to crave the life of people who always smile
But now I realize some of them
Are hurt more than I am
And the only thing I want from them now is the ability to hide pain so well