Here’s a fun fact
My music doesn’t effect the way that i act
So if that’s your excuse for why I’m me
Don’t use it
In fact the way that
It’s the way I act effects my music
They are my own **** decisions

And I’m not religious
Just because it’s prestigious
Doesn’t mean it makes living life
Any Less vicious
And I do my best to make all the right decisions
but at night have all these vivid
Visions about how I’ve been living
And it seems like their giving
me a sign
Or maybe their just playing with my mind
or telling me it’s time
That stop trying to write poetry
Stop trying to rhyme.

Or..
Maybe their showing me
Who I’m supposed to be
But what if what I’m supposed to be
Isn’t what I chose to be
does it mean that it’s the end for me
and all my dreams
Sometimes
the way it seems.

Now with all that said

I have a question
When you’re stuck in a world of emotional suppression
and deep depression
and you wanna spill your guts
but they won’t let you make a confession
whats the point of life?
Whats my life lesson ?