Writer’s Quarrel
They'll never listen...
Indistinct chatters in the distance.
In my mind, a myriad of reasons
For me to doubt, and less for me to hope.
At times, I can't cope
As I compare my words to those who
Are so far ahead and I ponder..
Are they really that much better than me?
When I can't sleep, I dream on my feet.
I stay awake to get a head start to attack
The next day.
I gave my whole life away to chase a
Failed relationship.
Silly me for thinking I could replace
A role that wasn't for me.
Too young to follow up behind a
Father that left so I, instead ran away in his place.
To make haste with my career because
Making someone else rich, while I get crumbs
Doesn't sit right with me so I make the
Most of my day while trying to keep
From going crazy.
I miss my grandma everyday..
Losing my dad right after that leaves me in shock
More than it makes me sad.
At times, I want to rain from my duckets,
But toughened up like fuck it because
I was raised with a S on my chest.
A hero to many, a villain to many others.
I suppose I'd say sorry at this point,
But I have no idea what I'm even apologizing for.