My Story

My life has been a series of misfortunate events, My string of bad luck gladly continues to persist, Now above all I’m more than convinced, Convinced that my transition into the adult life has commenced, The girl you use to know should now be used in past pretense, For I’ve given into things that I’m against, And I’m almost positive that in the process I’ve lost a little bit of common sense, So from that point on I’ve remained perplexed and tense. I lost my dad at the age of 15, And from that point on I understood what forgiveness means. Forgiveness isn’t for the other person, it’s for you, It’s an opportunity for you to start fresh and new, And believe it or not, they can too. I got sick after that and by the age of 18 the cause was known, I wasn’t shocked nor was my mind blown. It’s because I already knew, Coincidently my battle scars define what I’ve gone through. I’ve lived with anxiety my entire life and was finally diagnosed at the age of 21, I tried every way to cheat death except by the use a gun, I felt like I lost my definition of any and all types of fun. Now I’m 21 going on 22, And in my corner I keep a select trusted few, With my life I’m still figuring out what I want to do, Lights, camera, action on cue.