Yours Truly, Me.

Writing

I write every night, I'm putting thoughts into letters,

Ain't no point in trying unless I'm trying to get better,

Shit is therapeutic, man, I'll prolly write forever,

See, I say that shit right now but I'm not dedicating ever,

Honestly, it scares me that careers here are so volatile,

Not athletic, but I'd have better chances if I ran a mile,

Sure, that shit sounds easy, but it only further proves my point,

Writing might be easy, so it sure ain't hard to disappoint,

Staring in the mirror, even my reflection isn't proud,

I tried talking to my parents, now they're getting loud,

Scared to talk to people even when I'm feeling down,

And soon enough? I'll blend with all the faces in the crowd.