My Life As It Were....

You have to understand that I can only take so much. I've told you
time and time again that I have had people screaming in my face,
metaphorically, since elementary school and without anyone teaching me
how to fight I had to learn how to run or outsmart

I know, I guess, I'm built for what you give me but just sometimes it
just gets hard

Like I wish I had more influence....

It makes me feel like a failure

And then I go to work and its the same shit

I feel like everyone is coming at me from left field...like they can
see that I'm a mark. Easy prey. Who am I supposed to trust.

So I feel like I'm trapped in this ugly tormented bubble that reflects
my soul and I don't like what I see

And I am weak. I am a mark

This is my hand dealt

And then it pisses me off

And then I want to lash out and cut everything

I want everyone to feel an ounce of my hurt and disappointments.

And that's just Monday