I’m Working On A Better Me

I walked into class today and found a paper on my desk. At the top were the words, "I'm working on a better me". And this is what i turned it intp.

I’m Working On A Better Me

 

I’m working on a better me

But whats so sad is that no one can see

All the work that ive done to change my soul

Has all gone down that ravenous hole

And for all that I do to make my life work

I get pushed and kicked, left face down in the dirt.

Oh tormentors dear, why do you fear?

For you have all but bound and gagged me.

But while I was stuck dwn in the dirt

My demons came and found me.

Now who gives a crap what those bitched think?

They were the ones who drove me to the brink

So let them beg and let them plead

They’ll never be the ones I need

Yet I still feel so cold

And all alone

But I still can never go back home

For, see, I do not have one, dear.

MY home can be seen right here.

My home is where I can feel alive.

And where I am never forced to strive

To become someone that I’m not

Now, doesn’t that sound so damn hot?

So when you’re feeling dead and done

And when you think those b*****s have won,

Just let your demons take you down.

Submit to them, you’ll never drown.