I've always had a silver spoon in my mouth and took everything for granted.
I've had everything handed to me on a silver platter and never had to work hard for anything I was given.
I regret being this way.
I'm a liar and a sinner.
I'm a lazy nuisance.
I can be overdramatic and sarcastic but that is what I've become. Some people call me two-faced but evrything in my life is one-sided.
Whenever I tell the truth, its a bold face lie and thats why I can't be trusted.
I've made mistakes but never been forgiven.
I get a taste of freedom and I take advantage of it.
Once I start a relationship, I end up destroying it.
If I hold on to something, I'll eventually lose it.
If I touch something, I break it and when I try to fix it, it falls apart.
When I love something, I'm forced to hate it.
When I'm lied to, I find out the nasty truth.
When I want attention, I'm ignored.
On the outside, I put on a fake smile and pretend I'm happy but on the inside, I'm rigid and torn.
When you get into my heart, you'll find nothing but shattered glass and overstrummed heartstrings because I have nothing to offer except for hellbent heartbreak.
When I try to reach or aim higher, I fall deeper into the same damn hole.
When rumors are spread, I deny them.
If someone is better than me, I resent them.
When someone hates me for no reason, I get myself worked up.
When I do something right, its always wrong.
I depend on everyone to do things for me because I'm a lazy failure.
I'm emotional and insecure.
Sometimes I'm immature and let everyone get the best of me.
I act like I'm tough but my true weakness is haing the strength to move on from the past.
I've been betrayed and misleaded.
I've won but have been defeated.
I've shed blood, sweat, and many tears.
I've been exposed and triggered by my fears.
I've gotten second chances but not enough to save me from myself.
I'm hellbent but heavensent.
I wreak of depression.
I've been restricted and set loose.
I've apologized but its never enough to cover up the pain and the scars I've left behind.
I try to push my burdens aside but they are brought to my attention everyday of my life.
I was swallowed and spit back out.
I was successful but now I'm a failure drowning in disappointment and broken effort.
I've had moments of perfection and let me show my true colors, and moments that I let my guard down.
I've never been truly heartbroken because I'm always breaking hearts.
I've been caught and have gotten away with murder.
I wear my emotions on my sleeve.
I've let my hair down and let time slip away through my fingertips.
I"ve been sick but never been cured.
I've been wounded but never been completely healed.
I haven't found my niche but I'm holding on to a patch of faith.
But I've realized that everything I've said and done, has made me who I am and I just got to lead the life I'm living and I can't take anything back and erase what I've done.