My reservations as an artist grow.
Can't seem to find the words to put this together.
My contributions are sporadic and slow.
And all I'm hearing are the ideas of others.
All I've accomplished won't amount to much.
Those years of struggle feel like wasted emotion.
My overconfidence is merely a crutch to hide a feeling of impending self destruction.
Here I am at 22, feeling like I've sold my soul to promises so self construed. Despite my vices, I am grateful.
I thought that solitude would serve me well.
Maybe I'd find a way to gain some perspective.
But all it did was bring me closer to hell.
My own self loathing acting as a directive.
I'm not some fucking consolation prize.
But at my worst I can be quite confrontational.
At least in writing, I could say that I tried.
Unlike the effort in my claims to forgive your bullshit alibi.
Here I am at 22, feeling like I've sold my soul to promises so self construed. Despite my vices, I am truly grateful.
So I'll accept this hidden cliche, and spill my heart out on this page.
You won't ever forget my name.
Here I am at 22, feeling like I've sold my soul to promises so self construed. Despite my vices, I am truly grateful.
Despite my vices, I am grateful.
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