I’m a strong survivor,
Who barely makes it threw it each day,
A strong leader of men,
Who’s got lost somewhere on the way,
I’m a hopeless romantic,
Whose heart is broken,
I’ll give you the air we need,
But on it I’m choking,
I’m a poet,
But I don’t know how to spell,
And as my words send your mind to literary heaven,
My soul goes further into hell,
I’m the life and soul of each party,
Who’ll make you laugh all day and all night,
But I also am a nobody,
Who cries himself to sleep each night,
I’ll make you feel good about yourself,
Tell you that you’re worth it,
But it won’t work both ways,
As I never stop feeling like shit,
I usually have a smile upon my face,
But inside I’m crying,
A smiling clown with tears in his eyes,
Like an angel that is secretly dying,
I’m like a lost prayer,
To a bible that gives hope,
I promote life,
Whilst online shopping for a strong rope,
I have NFG tattooed on me,
No Fucks Given,
Jump in whilst the fire’s hot I say,
But in the shadows, I stay hidden,
I’m a socialite, and I’m a loner,
I’m a loner and I’m socialite,
Your best friend who’s always admired,
But I go home alone each and every night.

Wrote on: 27/03/2023