Untitled Jan 7th 2020

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

New Decade Same Shit

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

Happy New Year

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.