Blind Confession pt 1

Getting s**t off my chest.

Blind confession pt1

I write this poem not knowing what I need

Thinking of things that try to conceive

Broken dreams and a broken heart

I try to understand why I always fall apart

I feel rejected and pain as I dance in the endless rain

I turned 21 feeling like a man, thinking I can do anything

Driving  to 7/11 getting a monster texting a girl why I want her

Random thoughts for a random guy I question  why do I even try?

Late night drives, empty streets, I think to myself why  can’t I sleep?

My ex girl calling me, wanting to talk about our memories, telling her I don’t want that apart of me

I struggled writing this poem running out of ideas to think of the things that I need of

I act like a smart a*s in front of others to feel like nothing matters

I write stores and poems to be cool, only to question is it something do I like to do?  

I pretend not care about how I look, looking at other women and thinking how do I look?

I’m a mess and a weirdo wanting approval of other people

I write this poem because i'm petty, hoping that someone can understand me

I play online games a part of my routine pretending to escape into a dream

I’m a nice guy who people can approach then I turn my back feeling annoyed

I’m done with this poem because I don’t care how it ends maybe later i’ll try again.

maybe…...

Author's Note

I Tried to me different with this one a little, but the next one I'll make sure to be more different and be better at it.