Thoughts

Sitting down pen and paper in my hands

wanting an audience sitting out in the stands

read my poems read my stories read my life

 

they come and go 

you never know

come for minute 

tell you they love it but really its just pity

you're feeling itty bittty 

Real small

but no one gives a shit

they say hey and then they dip

if you call them out 

you're a trip

 

It's pretty fitting that I'm writing this 

pretty fitting that you're reading it

because Today is my birthday. wanna celebrate?

 

Shit another lie?

damn I tried to be honest

ok ok 

The truth is I'm impulsive, dishonest

I mean that's a given I'm not flawless

I've plenty of problems

but still, I'm hearing you...

 

Tell me that I'm great

Tell me that you love my shit

and I give you a smile

am I believing this?

 

Sick of all the bull shit 

but man I'm still believing it 

I know that no one knows me 

but it's my life and I'm living it

my lie and I'm feeling it.

 

Ok, goodbye guys I'm done with this