I Ate, Then Ran

…somethin’
about
me…
I move
like
I’m late…

…to my own life
always rushin’
the next thing…

...I don’t always
get it right…
I’m clumsy
trippin’
over nothin’
like
I got two
left feet…

…I fill in
blanks
that don’t
exist…

...make shit
funnier
than it ever
is…
I’m the
last comic
standin’
in my head...

…I took a joke
personal
by accident
clocked the
wrong part
then giggled
as it
flew
over my head…
not surprised
honestly
guess I’ll just
smirk
and keep
rolling when
the joke’s
on me…
works great
till I’m
alone
and it’s still
loud…

…half the time
I’m replyin’
to shit
nobody
even said
started wonderin’
if somethin’
was
off
in my
head
doc said,
“nah,
this is just how
you process shit”...
the voices said
“don’t take him
serious”....

…I just
keep trippin’
through life
eyes down
mind loud
always
fillin’ pages
with
scattered
lyrics
brain won’t
shut up, it
just keeps
spillin’…

…somethin’ in
me stays
unfurled
moving hastily
not everyone
diggin’
me…
I am just
simply
fuckin’
being…

…I’m always
out of
rhythm
never
catchin’ the
pace…
still showin’ up
even when
I’m out of
fuckin’ breath…

…the other
day everything
said landed
fuckin’
sideways
meant the
best
nuthin’ ever
goin’ my way…

…always hurtin’
myself
wonderin’ why no
one else has
as many band-aids
as me when
I’m pretty
certain
my scars aren’t
unique…

with me it
is take what
you get…
…all or none
don’t save me
leftovers….

…I ate and ran…

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