Frustration brings tears. Fighting to hold those bastards in. My father plugs away, likely kin to a broken record. "Where's your direction?" "Where's your discipline?" God, oh god, someone shoot me! The anger blankets the truth. Sure, I've stumbled. Youth, my only reasoning My future haunts me, like another man's past. I escape to years past, effortlessness a constant. I could do no wrong. Now, reality smacks the shit out of me. Too much to deal with. Lights out. Here's your damn direction.Birth sign: Cancer
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