Am I exposing to many truths, like ego self abuse?
Or is this what really is 100 proof?
I’ve found there is release in mentioning all my many many tragedies..even if many are actually quite stigmatizing and possibly embarrassing 💁🏻🙈
But shit, it is what is, and this is my fucking reality.
At times it’s hard to breathe, mentally
My thoughts ping ping.. pinball machine
I’m a think- aholic
Which just might be more toxic than any mixture of concocted tonic
Writing.. super sonic
That’s one good gift that comes from all this other shit
It comes so naturally, through it I live
The pen my friend
She sits there and listens ..my witness
She transcribes my mind one line at a time and she helps me revisit
All the shit I should and shouldn’t say.. and she is there to help fix it
She don’t judge, she gets it.
Life long loyal chic..she likes the attention.
She understands my vibe and how I rhyme, my perfect assistant
I’m on a tangent, it’s normal ain’t nothing that different
I will get through this
Dark nights are something I often have had to go visit
I’ve always got through them, I’ve always been eventually lifted
Keep on keep on keep on sister
There I go, I did it
Let my words expose my all… bare my soul… torn and raw
Stare and gawk
See it all
See me strive and watch me fall
This is it
This is it
I got to work with
What this is, what this is, what this is
It is what it,