As I write
No one’s right
Cough, your a little off
No need to read
You precede to mislead
I’m too through
Me on my knee
To grow
I know
I must go
-Jet
-Jet
Suffering from heavy anxiety or a secrete depression?It’s better if we talk about it.
All this doubt
Looking for a way out
Clear like a devils grin
I feel my mind caving in
Every word I say
to you everyday
The person I pretend to be
changes with my company
Offtrack
Cant turn back
Think this place is ideal
Where nothing is real
I’m so shocked to
hear them say
that I always seem okay
-Jet