a day late and a dollar short
Rolling with the punches, today and everyday. It all catches up to you in the end, and I'm finding weakness in my entirety, drained and desperate. It's not me he says, this being sad, this being low. I am the happy one, the one to make others smile and I've lost that bit of me in the last two weeks, or years, I'm uncertain. My ramblings are that of confusion, what tomorrow brings I don't know. Another day down, drowned in alcohol and silly jokes to mask the fear. There is this insecurity, this sadness that is nipping at my heels, waiting for me to fall. I'm not meaning to push you away, really, I'm sorry. Lost again.... somebody tell me how to get there... This is unnecessary, I know, from years of being, I know. Change is damn near impossible for my twisted lil being, reverting is easier in the end I suppose. F'n grow up! Oh boy, oh man, not again, and the twenty billion questions and the condescending tone. Please, not again....