Excuse This Mess I’ve Made

Excuse the mess I made of this life.

I know it’s too late to try and make things right.

I won’t apologize. I’ll just try to rise.

I wasn’t surrounded by those with the vision to give me sight.

I wasn’t aware I could be light.

I was born in the darkness of night. I was conceived by regrets that come before sunrise.

I was convinced my existence was an eclipse.

Sometimes I think about all the “what ifs” as if everything is possible.

That’s a lie

All the time I think about these choices.

I think about this mess I’ve made.

I wonder if all be able to clean all these filthy dishes left in my melodramatic kitchen. Or would I rather let them sling from my wrist as I break them against the walls. Drop these mugs on the ground like letting the bodies hit the floor. Throw the plates at the door because life is coming at me fast and I never had trouble with the curve.

Besides a little sanity there really isn’t much else I feel that I deserve.

Besides a little sanity there really isn’t much else I feel that I deserve…

Even sometimes I think that’s asking too much because I get deep in my thoughts and I can’t convince myself I’m ever doing enough.

We’ve all been there.

I write for the ones that have been through some shit.

Them misfits that appeared as circles when the world just wanted squares.

You never asked for life to be fair, you just needed someone to be there, you just needed someone to pretend to care.

Not even really care, just pretend to care.

That’s why I write this way because the line to be a sheep is long, liars are plenty and lions are rare.

I. Write. For.

The ones who can feel the pain in this pen

The ones who never been number one but never went into battle with the mindset of a number two.

Just some broken tools from the woodshed trying build amazing things. The world forgot about us just because they thought broken voices didn’t have a song to sing

Just some broken tools from the woodshed trying build amazing things. The world forgot about us just because they thought broken voices didn’t have a song to sing

They told you if you didn’t look a certain way that you couldn’t be a queen

We came from the dirt, so they said we couldn’t be kings.

Coliseums came from the ground.

Pyramids were built from the mud.

So. If. Ever. You. Are. Down.

Remember you were fitted for a crown.

Don’t feel the need to wear disguises around.

Coliseums came from the ground.

Pyramids were built from the mud.

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