Vulnerable Sleeve

Frustration overrated an obvious sign of weakness 

Emotions easily getting the best of me lately and it’s tiring 

My heart on my sleeve and maybe that’s the real culprit 

But it’s who I am and I can’t change because of others sins 

I’ll continue to be me regardless and struggle to cope with it 

Crazy it seems sometimes I can become from the result 

True to myself I’ll always be even if it continues to cost me 

I rather lose my sanity being real than pretend to be 

Fake isn’t an adjective used to describe me .... REALITY

Love has me with mixed feelings like a mixed drink 

To much of it and the smell can make you sick 

However other times it’s the only thing I crave 

The only remedy to dilute the pain , NUMB 

Lately it seems like I’m just becoming a slave to it 

But that heart is still for all to see despite the past pain 

I am who I am and that will never change