I sit here and think
Blank
Nothing comes to mind
Can't figure out what to write
I need to go out
Need to go find my grind
Not a ****** kind
No
The one where I think
Use it as an advantage
Yes
Let people know how I think
stop
I look across from myself
and see a mirror
But what I only see
Is who I used to be
Its a messy old image
Seems almost non-existent
If only times were different
I wouldn't be so conflicted.