They always tend to get the best of me..

Jumping in front of my better judgment, expressing things I soon regret to mean.

Causing me more pain in the aftermath than what I felt preceding up to the words I so carelessly chose to speak

I’m undisciplined, scatter brained, impatient and  to a life of

“im sorrys”


“excuse me’s”

i am keen.

I am a bully, delivering words no matter the consequence . Demanding forgiveness after the fact, I am vain, sometimes hateful, and when I care the most I am mean.

Words.. Though I’ve said so little , in my world, they’ve affected everything.



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