I know things I shouldn't know,
I did things I should have not,
I know I can be better than
the past version of myself..
but my anger frustrates me,
Laugh and confuse me,
spit and frustrate me,
pull my hair and beat me
up for I am chocking on
my own words,
The meal is served and I
deserve a serving of the best,
but what if there is a chance
I could make sense for once
in my life?
Is that really an option for me?
No! It's funny to ramble and
make no sense 'cause everything
goes when it makes you feel
a certain way,
And I intend to be this way.