What's Wrong
I bottle up all my anger
I seem to hurt those i love
I tend to please the strangers
And push out the ones i Trust
My problems are rendered deep rooted
Too deep to even know
How can i fix myself?
And ease a troubled soul
So far i amount to nothing
Except to my family's headaches
This black sheep's dragging behind
And i feel that this black sheep's dead weight
My intentions are good natured
But my light will begin to turn dark
I sabotage my progressions
And discourage my train of thought
With pride in all I do
And I always do my best
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I must be afraid of my own success.
About the Creator
Thomas F
I was shot in the face at point blank range with a double barrel 12 gage during an strong arm robbery that quickly turned into an Attempted Murder. Although I'm missing my right eye and a bullet in my brain. I AM STILL ME & I AM STILL HERE

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