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…