Self Questioning
Ever wonder how you ended up where you are?Cause I don't remember the ride,
Dont remember the drive,
Or how I managed to stay alive?
Truth be told I am confused
Tired of being self abused
To many times of being strung along
Feeling the weight of my many wrongs
So ashamed of where I am
Faltered my own master plan
So tired of living this unglorious life
Created my own issues deluted in strife
Beaten down and feeling low
How did I end up losing control
No pride in being who I am
Questioning the attributes of actually being a man
D.B. Johnson
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