Your worst enemies are your old friends,
Who know you in ways you don’t normally show,
And know just how ugly you can get
When your heart’s desires aren’t fulfilled,
When things get heavier than you can lift.
My worries have caught up to me,
I’ve caught them in a catchers mitt,
As they flew through the wind
like a gnat in an elephant’s footprint,
And I hold them tighter than my imperfections.
Winter is a time for the warm to caress,
Where it is appreciated and held,
Like an icepack on the back of my neck
In the dog days of another brutal August,
When the sweat won’t stop and I’m broke.
This life’s full of harsh realizations,
And I have a hard time knowing that
I exist only as a punchline to the girls
That I once loved more than myself
And pleased simply for their blind pleasure.
The shadows of melancholy sometimes stick
To the moments that regret solemnly confesses,
Only noticeable when the sun hangs low
And sometimes all day if the chemicals stick
To the portion of the mind that never forgets.
It’s easy to blame bad luck on a curse
And easier to remain silent when mentally at odds,
Sorting through old pictures and pin-up girls
Wondering where they and me went wrong
And if chance ever tips its hand.
I can hide behind a fake confidence
That is as real as a fantasy I once believed in,
The utopia that I knew existed with experience,
But those dreams and that confidence
Are now a wanderer with its thumb in the air,
And that perfect world of tomorrow is now
Nothing more than a naive dream
From a pair of blind eyes,
Which hadn’t the faintest idea
That it had been hanging around
A massive ball of gas
that created water first
and then the ones who suck it dry.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.