Move On

The Poetical Jason Voorhees who creates beauty out of ugliness I've learned how to turn my darkest memories into the loveliest Pick your weapon of choice, I'll use my pen and you'll still leave the bloodiest Speak my mind, I'm not going to soften it or cushion it I give my food for thought, but you're not even a side dish or salad to me If you don't listen to Wu Tang clan then your opinion is invalid to me Bipolar, mixed with depression and anxiety so you could say I'm wired wrong The type to try and get the smoke cleared before the fire's gone I think things are okay because most the flames have been put out So I'll stay with the few flames left People handed me scissors and asked why they got cut out Been through the worst, but still feel like I haven't felt pain yet Every girl was special, just not to me I Couldn't find what was lost in me I was unable to provide the emotional attachment that most females need So I was bed hopping, and using these girls as a bandage while I bleed I know a lot of girls hate me for it and some will call me shallow Imagine growing up without your parents, and anxiety makes you scared of your own Shadow Was I unable to love all of these girls, or did cupid hit me with the wrong arrow? a broken clock will always show what time it stopped ticking But a broken person can't always pinpoint what's missing I don't care what people think, but if they're talking about me how could I not listen? I use my tongue on girls, but I refuse to bite it during arguments My biological sperm donor wasn't good at fathering I had to teach myself to be a man, I apologize for when I fall short My mind overflows so I have to try and narrow down my thoughts You prefer to dress it up, I'd rather let you see me naked My name should be wrote in the poetry scriptures for all the honesty I write in these pages I'm just trying to do right after a few wrongs With me putting it all out in the open, maybe instead of judging me you can move on