I do this shit to myself all the time.

Do I know why I feel this way?

I know it is not a crime,

To be pulled and stretched like clay.

Always to my dismay,

My mind makes me pay.

Why do I feel?

Why can’t I just be?

Why can’t I just act,

And not worry bout the fact,

That what I do effects others?

I try to shield everyone’s emotions,

From my actions.

I can feel the two factions,

Pulling between the two attractions.

Some times I just say F this shit,

But the to F’s are what are giving me fits.

I couldn’t let myself put the ball in play,

I decided to just take the out and stay,

At home plate,

So in turn I decided my fate.

I have never drank to wash away the hate,

But wouldn’t it be so easy I contemplate.

My names signifies who I am,

It also signifies to be that man.

I listen to advice,

That makes me think it not be wise,

So I just improvise,

Which probably has lead to my demise.

I reminisce in the old days,

To try to figure out how I got stuck in this maze.

Do I have the killer instinct

Or will I always worry bout being the fink?

It really makes me think,

Do I really want to worry bout if she stinks?

I don’t think I will ever be that man,

Who can honestly say I don’t give a damn,

But that would be so much easier in the master plan.

I smell like juniper breeze,

But that does not put me at ease.

I am not doing anything to get my mind off,

That which will make me toss.

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