it's not that, i'm not sympathetic
it's that i'm a dick
i don't know how to handle this, because it's never happened before
i've had nightmares about it, i've had those fear wrenching dreams
i never thought they would come true, with you.
it's only a matter of time, this stupid rhyme puts my words to bring out the crime that i seek to mime, because i no longer want to speak
i don't want to seem so weak
to be attatched, to have scratched all of those memories away
oh, yes this might seem like a piece of art, but i am a thief
i have stolen these words from our creators, i have stolen these clicks and sounds from the inventors
and as i remove these clips from my hair, i fall into the despair
that as much as i try to run like the rabbit or hare, i will be tricked and lose
my over confidence will take over, and the turtle's determination will have caught up and won me
YOU ARE READING
Sidetracking Through Our Lives
DiversosPoints in my starting teenage life where I decide to willingly be a shit writer