“ BleNdEr ”
I feel I have grown, why am I such a child?
I feel calmer now, when I’m not so damn wild .
Sometimes I like who I see, but mostly I don’t .
I should go seek help, yet I know That I won’t .
Most days I feel perfect, except for my parts that are flawed .
I run around like a mad man, in between being stalled .
I sleep thru the nights, and all the next day .
In the hopes that I’ll keep my insomnia at bay .
I’ve listened to everyone, thru my deafest ear,
And I never leave home, so you won’t find me there .,
I’m out seeking adventure, with time off to play .
I do this all from the corner of the room where I stay .
Seems on most subjects, i come off unsure . I’m filled with pollution, yet I think I’m pure .
Why my delusion I believe goes unseen, I’ve lived a life mostly filthy, yet I think I’m clean .