I'm tired
abandon
feeling like I'm fighting a loosing struggle,
no respect from my peers,
and my elders think I'm jealous,
Ive been knocked down to all fours so I'm crawling for a sense,
to be someone special maybe the perfect gent,
its crazy how these words come down as each word is punched in
...like
click
click
click
that's the sound of my thoughts creeping in,
this mind that i have is so complex in thinking,
I'm often left sitting for days in my room
just reminiscence
on false hopes and memories that i know wont come back,
I'm getting to old cant even begin to go back.
I wish we had a time machine so i could change that
but time moves on so I'll never go back.
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