Doing Me

So sick of situations....
Shit, why do I have to be the one avoiding temptation?
Staying on the straight and narrow...
And all I have to show for it is anguish and sorrow....
Nothing to lend....nothing to borrow...
Constant stream of depression...
Apparently haven't already learned the lesson...
Steady stressin'
Second guessin'
So numb
Can anyone feel where I'm coming from?
Bright flame have I been extinguished?
For this life I've never wished...
I thought I was doing this life shit...
Writing shit...
The point...I guess yall missed it...
This poetry ish used to fill me up...now I'm empty so hollow
As if I'm at The Apollo..
Have no ides of what constant rejection will do to ya...
Save that amen and your bs hallelujah
Seems my humility
Has been mired foolishly...
Liked broadband no connectivity
My body of work collectively
Is trash!
So my subconscious consciously made a mad dash...
Used to be so concerned with living right...
Now I don't give a damn...whether wrong or right
Screw opinions....outta mind outta sight...
Finally now I see the light..
Can't produce perfection
But I can take this writing thing in any direction...
No blurred perception...
Having morals with be the death of me...
Don't flip flop...won't change positions see...
There's only one way I know how to be
Not what these fakes depict me to be

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