Trouble.

The way I live my life is a shame. I walk around careless, always thinking life is a game.

Now I sit here racking my brain, wondering how in God’s name did I get myself in this pain.

As the police come I can still hear my dad’s voice and my mother’s sad voice telling me not to make a bad choice.

Looking at the officer I can see his cuffs glisten as a reminder of how I really should have listened.

My bad choices not only hurt others, but are hurting me and I have to live with them for eternity.

Running in the same circles of trouble I drove myself insane. Now I’m in pain because I flushed my future down the drain.

Now I sit here praying for a miracle on the double, I don’t know if I can make it out of this trouble.