I admit, I still hurt inside
I still struggle with finding the source of where most of my pain derives
I still try to act like I got it all figured out, my most proud lie
They confuse something being wrong if I’m silent because I’m viewed as the loud type
I’m a convict, proud of my conquest, and all I’ve accomplished
fought my past, but it was no contest
can’t plead no contest
because I was viewed guilty far before I had to accept my guilty conscience
A failed father, my kids have never truly felt my love
One has never felt my hug, and the other doesn’t remember too much
A failed boyfriend, I don’t think I can ever truly settle down
No longer boyish, I respect women to a whole new level now
And value conversation more than the thought of dressing them down
Explaining that to a woman, hmm, how’d that sound?
I’m no misogynist
but I’m a man, so the sad part is that it isn’t so obvious
I know I can learn more from one woman than a group of men
but what woman would want life with a man that rather not be surrounded by a group of men
so many stereotypes I’ve been grouped in
getting a job was just as hard before my felony- I know too much now…I only wish I knew then
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