I am who I am

don’t question my sanity

when you can’t be a man

step up to the plate

instead of calling this fate

can’t pay for your own haircut

but have money for a mutt

throw dollars on counters

but make me drive after for hours

then pay for the gas…

I got angry super fast

tightened my laces last

ready to run away

when you tried to decay

my esteem to a pile of frost

so cold, and told

what to do

how to stand

when to raise my hand

follow your command

like you were a man

but inside just a teenager

with a small wanker

like a cheesy tv anchor

filling in for the sucker who’s sick

but really he’ll quit before the shows done

cuz’ he ain’t no fun

no love

no trust

so he must

sit alone

convinced in his own lies

trying to put back his insides

he destroyed by too much time

spent on misplaced pride…