Knowing Me


I know the way my pillow feels when I go to bed, being undecided if I look good in the color red. Knowing the first thing I do when I awake is light a cigarette, wishing I didn't have to get up just yet. I know feeling sorry for myself is a choice, I know I can ignore that selfish voice. The desire that was hidden inside for so long, allows me to kick doubts ass as it comes along. I am stronger than yesterday and I can't help but think, the life that's before me is still mine when I blink. I know that feeling I get when I step on the gas pedal, my nerves calm and the edginess starts to settle. I know I have the power to make this day great, I know when a good man looks my way it speeds up my heart rate. I know that what society wants me to be, it's sad they are missing out due to what they see. I know a little about a lot of things, I don't know however, what tomorrow brings.

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