From my deepest pain, anger,
resentment, disappointments, and a bag
full of other difficult emotions stirred deep
into my heart when I write the best
expressed pieces of my life story.

Sometimes I experience a temporary high
of courage; it’s a feeling that’s unfamiliar
to me; I’m used to being a coward
fearlessness is one of those sensations
I wouldn’t mind overdosing on, though
it can be a blessing or a curse.

Forget I asked to spend some valuable time
with you; maybe it’s best to run along
while I’m not entangled in the drama
and forget all the reasons we could
never be friends; we’re only
strangers and maybe that’s
the moral of this story.