Unprepared, I walk in
Against my will, or so I say.
I’m about to prove why I have done
what I have done.
Thought that for once in my life,
I’d be right and end confusion.
Turns out that I’m the problem,
No substance will affect the matter.
Crying for help I’ve always wanted,
But never accepting self-admittance.
Now I know that meant admitting
It’s only personality.
Looking back, I may have blamed
My embarrassing behavior
On a part of my imagination,
Something that was never there.
Stupid fights and conversations…
I named chemicals the culprit.
Now I see that I was foolish,
Mistaking life for cinematics.
Wanted something bigger, but
Reality is I can’t cope.
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