If i could change
I catch my self every now and then,
loosing my cool and get angry within.
Running my mouth whenever I please,
offending people around me.
I go around stating ignorant facts,
then arguing for days with the info I lacked.
I demand for things I suddenly crave,
and give you a fit if you misbehave.
I get impatient so easy, so fast,
but surely your time can wastefuly pass.
Immituraty and arragence, i'm such a child.
I wish I could be humble, intelligent and proud.
I wish I could change who I am, who i was,
to acknowledge the world and what everyone does.
To care about others and there conserns,
and give them the respect they rightfully deserve.
I wish my mind was always open,
accepting ideas, opinions, and hope.
But here I stand not taking advice,
traveling the world like the three blind mice.
Will I ever be humble? My chances are slim.
I just have to keep trying. Digging deep within.
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