Truth be Told

Probably the realest shit I've ever written.



I'm tired of hearing there are other fish in the sea.
It really doesn't matter because I'm hooked.
I was never for cliche's
I was always used to doing things my way.
I'm lost and insecure for no reason.
I guess you were my optimism.
But I was always the sad clown to end up in your spell.
You were just so damn nice, I thought I knew you too well.
If I had the heart to tell you how I truly felt.
I would've died every single time.
Instead I constantly cower, waiting for a sign.
What was really in your heart, I believe it was truly sublime.
I remember asking Moms;
Why can't we get the girl we ultimately want?
She says, "You can't."
Why Not?
She says, "Every girl is shallow."
Not this one.
She says, "Yes, that one."
How sure are you?
"Very sure," she said.
How am I supposed to know what I want in the end?
I'm tired of being neglected being known as the friend.
If I asked pops, he would tell me,
"Just have sex chicks.
Doesn't matter who you get with.
At least you got your play."
You know what Dad, we'll talk another day.
You were never the one to go for advice.
Your lifestyle wasn't the type I really admired.
I was never good at moving slow.
I guess that's why everyone in my life, mistakes it for love.
That word and phrase that's loosely abused.
I wish I knew where I was trying to go with my words.
But your image pops up one too many and it hurts.
As Slug said it best,
Most of this garbage I write, that people seem to like,
is about you, and how I let you infect my life.
A good many said be persistant
But that can only get you so far.
No... I'm not okay.
What the hell am I to do?