My life could be different then this, could possess, far less mess, so i guess, i must confess, the source of my lifes mess, i tend to compress, depress, then digress, all my stress, into distress, nevertheless, you can guess, i obsess, on my struggle to express, what i oppress, from all the rest, concerned im unable to impress, thus in the end left i transgress.
What else can i do, but miscontrue, every chance i blew, everything i go through, to true, seen only through my own view, obstructions ensue, blinding you, from my emotional brew, a presence so sad yet true, so i then pursue, every way to subdue, all these facts, oblivious to you, that i myself can never undo.
So much i cant figure out, my anger fists clout, for im consumed by total doubt, with all i am about, screaming out my voice i shout, my pain still remains just as stout, throughtout, the life im forced to play out, my tears shed and spout, eventually dry becoming as drought, the longer all of this i write about, is seen empty at no significance or amount.
Does any of what i say, come close to relay, even halfway, why i hide everything away, my only known way, to take away, the pain and dismay, from all my disarray, im faced with each and every day, how i feel so alone and left astray, in this world proven to betray, with tragity is defray, oh what a way, i must pay, my weigh, to never have ways to sway, my discomfort and gray, so here i lay, my words to forever stay, the story of my life, lived every moment, every day, this is who i am, nothing more i can say, its ok, your free now, you can go, so hey, just turn around and continue as you were, walking away.
S