My honest poem
See Ima confess this. I’m a narcissistic, Egomaniac with a lying compulsion problem.
I have to take psychotics to keep from tripping and another to cover the side effects.
I hop from one girl to another just seeing how long the relationship lasts before they just start ignoring me.
If I get the littlest sign of attraction from a girl I jump on it so damn fast.
I’m deeply in love with the idea of love.
I often find my self falling in love with women that’ll never love me back. I think it’s more a game for me tho.
I sometimes cry when I get mad cause I’m so fucking pissed and I don’t know why.
I don’t think I could go a whole day without thinking about death.
I honestly don’t think I will make it past 25.
I stride in my step. I spit game well. I hold my head cocked back and I have a devious grin I’ve been told.
But on the inside I’m tripping. Stuttering my words and bitting my lips cause I don’t belong.
I feel like I have to conform to be exactly like who I’m around. Or else I’ll be excluded.
I often over think the slightest mistake.
I beat my self up over things I can’t control and I don’t control the things I can.
I’m passive when I should take charge and I’m controlling when I should let ppl do their own thing.
I’m always there for ppl who never give me a second in return. But as long as I think I have a friend I’m cool.
I’m also really loud.
I’ve got a cemetery for a closet and I’m afraid if I let anyone in they will turn in fear.
I haven’t seen the real me in so long.
I bet he’s a pretty good guy now.
I use metaphors as a shield and similes as my weapon of choice.
Hi I’m Dan Dudley.
I enjoy boxing. Fighting. And anything that involves a board.
I could talk you ear off and I can listen till ur speechless.
Oh. And one last thing.
I hate ice cream.
(2015)
