Growing up, for me, didn\'t have a manual
it didn\'t have instructions so everything that had happened was not exactly admirable
my mind was probably a tad bit askew and damaged by a few
deviations I\'d made in hopes of surpassing all this and not lose.
But in my attempts to be passed all this and break loose
I\'ve grown mad, distant like lands we\'d not yet intrude
and driven by my desperate panting that\'s as piercing to my ears as bad news
and as sad truth as my head of bad screws, loose bolts
and gashed grooves is, I still try to slap glue
and craft repairs that are crude to put it back together
like some kind of inspector to make me feel like it\'s brand new
and I\'d be damned if I refuse because that\'s my identity
and as much a part of me as my grey hair when I\'m seventy
I face what I\'m scared of so I\'m not just some accessory
I\'m the main piece to me, not some clothing article or piece that\'s just like some trend used excessively
I live my life doing what I believe\'s right, whether that is or isn\'t the way that it\'s meant to be.