Poet, Photographer, Creative
A lot makes me sad
Not much makes me happy
I like playing games
And spending time with family
I hate pretending
I hate having to be “manly”
I like being in Atlanta
I like a certain Cancer
I hate that my dad left me
I hate that her mom left her
It’s no one’s fault really
Though I feel like most thing fall on me
Maybe I’m right about everything
Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking
This year seems a lot like the last
Not a bad thing it’s just what I’ve noticed
I’m still locked in
I’m still focused
Think I’m Ruffin and everybody else is Otis
It’s all about me
I’m who they come to see
If I stop then everything else gets messy.
Keeping the family on track like a train
Peace and prosperity the only things on my brain
It’s a new year but
I didn’t promise a new me
I’m just hoping for a better year
I just started to cope with my fears
I’m truly afraid of commitment
I think I foster some resentment
I find myself relentless
In the amount of attempts that
I give when I can’t get with it.
Too Distinct 