I'm disconnected never been accepted always been rejected never been respected always been neglected check this my life is so hectic i always wanna wreck sh*t so i eat codeine for breakfast looking for a next brick you just don't get it when **** hits the fan i try no to let it give me a headache i forgot how to feel i need an anesthetic im angry thats why im not pleasent is it a curse or blessing some believe its a beautyful present but t makes me strong like a lieutenant my anxiety had me sortta nervous and sort of embarresed i prevented the leave of fear it has surrendered me to mirit in this cold life you learn lessions i guess some say life wasnt pleasant The day before is better than the present
This poem explores the deep feelings I commonly lack to confess, and so I write about them to release the tension.