Letter to Myself

August 12, 2018

This is a letter I refused to write best emotions hider

This is a letter to myself but I'm not feeling suicidal

I write what I feel try to not add fuel to the fire

I've been an extroverted introvert since I was a child

And honestly I feel only two things love and pain

I give so much of the first thing second never goes away

I drive to the end of the world that's my only lane

I barely ask for help nobody understands me disarray

I never have an X that's y I was always bad at math

Jeremiah is just a loose cannon who loves to laugh

He thinks everything is funny but cries in a instant

That's why I'm persistent especially when I'm distant

Sometimes I wish my poetry had an epilogue

What's my legacy going to be when I'm finally gone

I always bring up the past it takes me forever to move on

I'm no good at chess but I feel like a lonely pawn

To the game that we call life is a rollercoaster

Will when I stop drinking love I need to be sober

I wish I could see both ends of the spectrum no visual

Honestly I hate being lied to and forget the stereotypical

Well that's a part of life I just have to ignore and accept

People around me don't know what I'm going for next

I'm just a kid that doesn't care about a check

I use my intellect to write this letter to myself

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