Trying hard to grasp what's left of my life, finding my true self fulfilling thy destiny. Constant questions of the basics, constant regrets of poor choices. Progression of a dream at a slow pace with a late start, middle to poor class is my pocket book with only one dollar not enough to build momentum. Constant battle of self worth, sharing empathic energies just to be drained mentally into a transition of physicality.
Getting tired of the constant burden weight, thinking that if I don't live up to the expectations of others results in abandonment. Support is at a minimum with a built in reminder to not be so hopeful in a big world full of dope.
A penny on the street is the only dime to my name,
Depending on close family and friends, what a shame.
Holding the favors against me to cater the most,
"Not intentionally", yet a mental implement in my head shows that your actions of attitude show best…
They're getting worse. .so they say.."You look pathetic trying to be like me.." with a face so evil in discreet. "Do us all a favor and off yourself please", says he who was made weak in their drunken ways like a heavy weight from shoulders to feet.
You are pathetic and no one will ever love you, he says to me–you wanted this so now take this as defeat.
May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 7:51 AM UTC
Trying hard to grasp what's left of my life, finding my true self fulfilling thy destiny. Constant questions of the basics, constant regrets of poor choices. Progression of a dream at a slow pace with a late start, middle to poor class is my pocket book with only one dollar not enough to build momentum. Constant battle of self worth, sharing empathic energies just to be drained mentally into a transition of physicality.
Getting tired of the constant burden weight, thinking that if I don't live up to the expectations of others results in abandonment. Support is at a minimum with a built in reminder to not be so hopeful in a big world full of dope.
A penny on the street is the only dime to my name,
Depending on close family and friends, what a shame.
Holding the favors against me to cater the most,
"Not intentionally", yet a mental implement in my head shows that your actions of attitude show best…
They're getting worse. .so they say.."You look pathetic trying to be like me.." with a face so evil in discreet. "Do us all a favor and off yourself please", says he who was made weak in their drunken ways like a heavy weight from shoulders to feet.
You are pathetic and no one will ever love you, he says to me–you wanted this so now take this as defeat.
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