Feeling Poetic

all i am

are you gonna take the wheel?
are you gonna let me keel
over and betray my own words, as i spit out each letter as I think it's gonna make it better...
and boy was I wrong wrong wrong.
wronger than I've ever been.
I thought I could pretend,
yet I don't see an end,
will you take my hand?
I think I see the bitter truth,
but it's my own screwed youth
it's time I felt a power stronger than my own feet
it feels like trauma is engulfing me won't you show me?
I know I'm sure that there could be a better stronger thought,
and maybe I just haven't grabbed it, grasped it, have it caught
but will you take me, broken, bitter, self-centered, this is all I've got...
then my chaos stops.