Glass Half Full
As I consistently remind myself that
for a seventeen year old,
I don't feel as if I'm living up to life's fullest potential
'Cause every time I attempt to
rent's due
or cent's few
or someone's in my ear chanting that I'm anything and everything but useful
Granted
I'll throw in this towel any minute
Can't finish or blemish the flaws of my past as I venture to replenish
lost times
cracked dimes
my broken mind
the only thing these ever made were broken rhymes
At the beginning of the year my resolution was to find a solution
or some sort of conclusion
I needed a way back to the place where I was before I fell off track and was hit by the train
And now I'm stuck playing the blame game, a name game that's useless
Its no one else's fault but my own I'm clueless, confused with lost faith
I'm toiling through this darkness to find my home plate,
this isn't baseball
But this world's my pitcher of struggles that's caused me to downfall
I need a way back
I need faith
or perhaps, a better pair of contacts so that I may finally see my glass half full