Off the wagon again
I took a shot of pride, then cracked it over the head of a shadow
then yelled, “why are you so shallow?!”
I admit, I have insecurities, I’m still fragile
when it comes to my past, I’m fast to act as if I’m ready for battle!
Til I see the shattered glass and realize it reflects Me! Broken and hollow
my mouth open I swallow
Gulps of dry air down a strep throat past swollen tonsils
My trachea achin, I need a chaser, there’s no mistaking it I’m allergic to swallowing pride
Runnin from truth, following lies
Fancy myself a leader yet I’m following lines
That lead me straight to troubled abdominal signs
Bad gut feelings…and that moment I wretch
That same moment you sketch, a picture of my regrets
Same moment I’m stretched, sprawled out in my mess
Bile clings to my flesh…I’m anyone’s guess
This how I deal with my stress, paradox, I’m simply-complex
Death is a promise…life is a threat