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May 2014
Here..there...feel chills from these cold stares. Standing straight up, i follow his path laid out for me. Good, bad, but who i turned out to be. My struggles keeping me strong, hard headed, I stay doing wrong Funny, huh, never thought I'd be hitting that pipe. Always thought i was different, not that type.Should've known spontaneity runs through my veins, and I mean, people do change. But all along never oblivious, just intrigued by what it could be and everything it already was. Lessons learned...hard and plenty Mistakes made...large and many Still learning because u never stop Will staying powerful, cant let that drop Reality cutting bone deep, figuring out that i really am just a creep Dukes up, prepared to stand up for who i am... Not pondering what i cant change but focused on what i can. Wise beyond my years thanks to long nights, sweat, blood and tears. Legs hurt, I've walked some rough miles these days its hard for me to even smile. Green thoughts and Crystal thinkin' Eyes wide open barely blinking Yeah some will hate, but i wont hold a grudge I handle mine, but go ahead and judge Perfection is a concept we'll never comprehend so I accept my flaws and don't play pretend Don't know how to be fake , I was bred to be real and I could really careless how that makes u feel
Was addicted to methanphetamine when I wrote this
Cristina Gonzalez
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Cristina Gonzalez  in my mind
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