Flawfetching

I hate when I hate, anger ate my innocence and in the moment off goes the light switch of kindness as I forget it’s just my triggers firing back, quick to attack anyone or anything I feel internally is a threat, in the end I’m left with sorrow and regret but it doesn’t change the pain or grief caused, I’m a host to this behavior, an evil ghost within my soul calling my shots, a pawn in bad mental-health’s chess game, I’m ashamed but it’s who they made, mad created with these insecurities baked into my DNA marinated in flaws and fresh out Hell’s oven , no loving on the ingredients lists , the bakers had mad fists, with bottomless pits of grain and grit, nothing has ever came smooth, dark sharp and pointed roots deep in this turmoil of generational soil…. 

but I’m still gonna try,