I Am A Poet
I owe it to myself to succeed.
It's been awhile since I even cared for revenge.
though spite has kept me going for so long It's become exhausting to maintain.
I told you once of the cursed childhood I went through.
I never told you when it was over what became of me.
I made myself at the bottom of the blackest hole and convinced myself it was not the reason I couldn't see the sun anymore.
I feel like when I got out of school I went into a Cocoon and became dried up tied up and dead to the world.
I was shattered by all the things that I had been through and before you judge me I ask that you walk a mile in my shoes.
I just didn't want to even go outside when it was all over. What was the point of trying to stay sober?
But in time I came to realize I had a hand in my own oppression and was not as powerless as I had convinced myself.
I am what you will refer to as a late bloomer, slowly spreading my wings.
and as I do I realize that After all I have suffered it's not that I hunger for revenge but I owe it to myself to live the kind of life that would make the kids not from the recent but distant past scream bitch moan and whine about the kind of life I was living in jealousy.
Unless they're jealous of me it's not enough.
and the only person that can change my life is me.
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So I am struggling harder than I ever have towards these goals.
No more excuses. I'm determined because it's not fair to feel this way inside.
There is pain but I will get through this.
It's been awhile since I even cared for revenge.
though spite has kept me going for so long It's become exhausting to maintain.
I told you once of the cursed childhood I went through.
I never told you when it was over what became of me.
I made myself at the bottom of the blackest hole and convinced myself it was not the reason I couldn't see the sun anymore.
I feel like when I got out of school I went into a Cocoon and became dried up tied up and dead to the world.
I was shattered by all the things that I had been through and before you judge me I ask that you walk a mile in my shoes.
I just didn't want to even go outside when it was all over. What was the point of trying to stay sober?
But in time I came to realize I had a hand in my own oppression and was not as powerless as I had convinced myself.
I am what you will refer to as a late bloomer, slowly spreading my wings.
and as I do I realize that After all I have suffered it's not that I hunger for revenge but I owe it to myself to live the kind of life that would make the kids not from the recent but distant past scream bitch moan and whine about the kind of life I was living in jealousy.
Unless they're jealous of me it's not enough.
and the only person that can change my life is me.
[media=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIbXvaE39wM]
So I am struggling harder than I ever have towards these goals.
No more excuses. I'm determined because it's not fair to feel this way inside.
There is pain but I will get through this.
