In pain and posturing
I’ll show you what scars I accumulated over the years
What I did to myself
When I held hands with past ideals
I regret everything almost instantaneously
I am doing and shaming
It is mine to give and lose
I am meager and wanting
I hope that this abundance of disgrace
Does not discredit all my joy
Another year is tallied
And another step closer to the dim tunnel
I am the reason
Trip the trip wire
With intentions and motives
I am only what I do
And I would rather look down
Than smile with cowardice
Sew a sleeve and heart onto me
I’ll be your facile drone
Just don’t believe that is the best of me.
Just because I don’t like me
Doesn’t mean I can’t admire me
