Excuse My Mood (one of my first poems)
The myth isnít all itís cracked up to be,
This mystery is deadly.
The story you hear is the life I lead,
These words are no joke.
I was all in before the cards got dealt.
I didnít choose this shit,
I got chosen.
Rotten genes and terrible memories,
I was born struggling.
The first hit was it,
I was hooked before it even kicked in.