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
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.