Life might suck

Anxiety creeps, sadness weeps, graces reaps.

Sometimes it all sounds the same.

I just want to be safe.

I just want my life back in my eyes.

I wish i could tuck my tail and hide.

But thats not how life says "fuck it".

A small pale, to a large bucket, full of disgrace.

It all sounds the same.

But thats not how life paints.

A small spectulation of segments that make man made second guessing.

I dont understand.

I dont know if my foot will fit.

I dont know if ill start to throw a fit.

I dont want to degrade, but the pain chips away.

I wake up on the same motive, but always sleeping on another motion.

I wish it could change.

But thats not how life says "time".

Thats not how ive lived this.

I wish and predict, verus this is what i get.

Expectations lead me into disapointment.

But thats how life says "hope".

Thats how life works.

I wont loose my edge, i wont give up on plans, i just wont.

Life has given me a name.

Life has given a game.

And i hope to win it.