don't wanna talk about it do you want to think about it trying not to ask about it but i cant leave it alone seeing myself as i am not changing, for ANYONE. but i can at least improve i asked for anyone but that's not me And if i die, so what, at least i got to see for 18 years, how to be me i ask for guidance, you give me hope till all of my mistakes extend this here rope im me, i can't be anyone else but i seemed to try anyway i was happy, fear has paralyzed my future but hey: there is another life,right? i talk but no one listens, i scream but no one helps but life was going to end, and once its been called the number is set, and i am appalled but until that day, when rigor mortis sets in ill be generous, bitchy, silly, angry, kind, friendly,and horny, crazy, lazy and smart- in other words, me.Birth sign: Aries
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