You know this is not a poem, but instead, it’s my verse

A gift and a curse to prepare for the worst and expect sudden hurt

Although I’m a flirt, I could be called so much  worst

Devil in the flesh or a deadbeat from birth

never thought beyond my work as I detail the cert ambition that’s latent trying to seek my worth

Can’t see what’s in front of me always looking ahead

4 steps is the jump prevent a fall in the red

When I say my piece, no one hears what I said and those that do listen I ignore their honest stares

Though I’m not afraid of the light, I prefer to walk in the dark my heart is not that pure but neither is the flight we’ve all taken trips I just accept mines right?
Right is what I am left is where I wanna go peel back my layers what should I truly show?

Survivor of the fittest, this is what I’ve become to sum my life up in a word struggle could be one

pain is another but what hasn’t killed me created beauty like no other rambling is what I do deep is the peak rather a suggestion how do I have all the answers when I ask so many questions.