I like to think I'm strong
I used to be smart
I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart.
Maybe I used to be good looking once.
What the heck are women?
Is it really my destiny to always be without them?
I like to think I'm brave.
I used to have a decent body
I once had arms that could melt the hottest hottie.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!
I scream into the night.
Hurting, left abandoned not safe from my plight.
I know you are watching.
I can feel your gaze.
But cannot feel your presence so I'm left in a daze.
I can't do this alone
But in the darkness of my mind no light of help is shone.
I don't know what to do.
Who am I?
How come I was born with dreams big, yet no wings to fly?
I need to change me.
To be better.
I need a stregnth to tough through any storm and weather any weather.
For those who believe.
And those who want my success.
I have to give this journey my very best.
These are the late night scribbles.
The words behind the lies.
The rancid, sweet truth that burns beneath my eyes.
I flaunt my tough exterior.
I flex through the pain.
But when I lay my head at night all I want is a love to call my name.
My journey isn't just beginning .
It has already begun.
But every growing experience is a battle not yet won.
And to that burning future!
I proudly turn my head.
A walk my I know no man can ever walk in my stead.