Another Day

Looking back on the harm I’ve done, I can’t forgive myself for mistaking harm with fun. I’m done Try’na figure out if I’m a good or bad person, converting the hurting wishing it would rain to hide my pain, enclose my fears, and cloak my tears. Thinking for years if I’m a make them proud of me or be ashamed of the person I grew up to be. Life chose me, I didn’t choose life, I’d rather be dead than alive going through pain, not striving forward, no one recognizing the love I have for them. Next thing I know life’s outta control. Hoping one day I can roll over and life’s answers will unfold. So I can mold myself into God’s true creature. Until then I will be overlooked, my words misunderstood. Everyone’s a beautiful car, but me, I’m working under then hood.