Could have become a goof
My puberty was
Strange. Left isolated...
Could a racked up
Bodies young
But I got help
For self obsessive nature...
Could have been gay
As a teenager...
To hard to tell.
I guess it's best left up to
Guardian Angel's....
Waging wars. Within
A straight jacket
And taking brakes
To shave  failure
With their razors...
Painted black
My mental hacks
Becoming more aggressive
Quenched in
Regret getting angrier in nature...
I made friends
That seemed like gangsters
While simultaneously getting stranger...
Days of highs remaining
Blinded. To the mind
Inside of anger....
Just a trip down memory lane
What doesn't **** you
Makes you stranger