Do I fear the sadness
And all the regrets
And the things I should have recognized
That I’m not willing to accept?
Maybe I’ll break
An enlightening snap…
I’ll be honest with my self
It won’t happen like that.
See, I reason with myself.
Yet I’m still not who I am
I drown denial with apathy
-imagine reality- Damn
With that, I sing
And I say
I am me
I am free
And I believe it is true
Till I type that last key y
That's Pretty Bad
Unfortunately, it is a perfect fit for the writing. Ha! It works!