Late Night Thoughts
Sometimes life feels permanent like the stench of liquor on alcoholics
Trapped in a monotonous existence ever searching for an escape
Because I'm sick of feeling inadequate, sick of feeling unworthy,
Sick of feeling undeserving of a life far better than the one I'm living
Everyone tries to convince me that I'm some evil chick
With an attitude straight from the underworld
I know better than that
The dissatisfaction I feel during my waking hours
Makes me long for the realms of my dreams
I can't remain in a state of hibernation so I'm left standing still
Waiting for the next emotionally crippling moment
I have no idea what to do except talk to God
But sometimes it feels like my prayers are lost in a whirlwind of many others
Whose situations are far more dire than my existential crisis
My vices are used as devices to entice me to temptations
That distract me from my own mediocrity
Blinding my eyes to the fact that I'm greater than anything I can imagine
These are the thoughts that haunt my mind
When insomnia has its way with me
Wondering about my patience and when it will kick in
Wondering when people will understand I'm doing my best
I'm a fragile girl filled to the brim with disappointment
Trying to keep my head above water
Because it feels like Katrina just blew in
And the levys are malfunctioning
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