Poems From The Lost

The Past

My mind draws a blank
It feels like I'm the lowest rank
I'm losing money that I can't store in the bank
It's whatever cause I'm done with this skank
If you have a problem with me,
Solve it.
If you think I'm tripping,
Tie my shoes.
If you can't stand me,
Sit your ass back down.
So if you can't face me,
Turn the fuck around.
Cause this is my life,
Therefore my rules.
So love me or hate me
I don't care.
Cause at the end of the day
You gaze at me with that stupid little glare