Am I really as screwed up as some make me out to be or have me believe?
The friends I've thrown away,
The thoughts that race through this brain,
And the tears I've shed over and over again.
Or am I just me?
Maybe I am messed up,
I'll accept that fact,
Live my life,
And never look back.
As hard as it may be,
I'll come to terms with what is me,
And where I go,
No longer shall I follow,
This path will one day cease to be.