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
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