The fucked up fuck up.

A bitter sweet symphony indeed,
Cast in defeat it seems,
a catastrophe as I fall to my knees,
fast life living to commiserating miseries in a heart beat,

I'm left asking why has this happened to me?
like if I repeat this disastrous scene-
can I see what it actually means?
And give back these demons that terrorize my dreams?

this tragedy is snapped to my back like a monkey,
I am fucking lucky i didn't hurt anybody,
Physically I mean, it ruined my self esteem,
rattled my beliefs and removed my inner peace,

so I am forced to wrestle my inner beast,
and look at a reality in pieces to see that-
Maybe I needed to be speechless,
to realize my inner weakness,

Do I need me some Jesus?
Please, I'm going to lace up these Adidas,
I'm no genius, but got a thesis,
Mind over matter; psychokinesis,

So till I'm deceased my biggest enemy is me,
I won't concede, I'll sharpen my mentally-
keep my eyes on the target and firmly believe,
that if I harness my energy I will achieve,

You see, this valley is so deep,
So when I arrive at the peak my victory will be complete,
I pity those who haven't figured out this mystery,
that life liberties are sweetest after injury,

A history of mistakes and regrets,
like misspelled tattoos across the chest,
I wear these wounds not to impress,
but to remind myself of my mess i left,

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