In a million pieces
Stressing everyday to live by a thesis
Less speaking to Jesus
Less seeing my friends
Trapped in a world where there is a high demand
To
Be a woman who falls for a man
Or to be a woman who does not take a stand
And I’m broke as f***
With
No luck
Stuck in dilemmas
Living a life that’s full of tremors
And it’s like
Got damn this anxiety
Got damn the society
Who told me I had to choose a way
Silencing me before I can express what I need to say
I’m getting fed up from being broke as f***
Tired of feeling stuck in the same spaces
Only feel freedom when I’m in new locations
No need to think that I know these places
Cause
I know there won’t be any familiar faces
But I’m still in a million pieces
Still scrabbling to figure out my life’s thesis
The continued pressing
As if I’m not trying
The continued stressing
As if
I’m not crying
But I’m so tired of being broke as f***
Tired of feeling
like
I ain’t got the best of luck
Cause I can’t handle when things seem to be deconstructing
Falling out of place
in need of reconstruction
It’s as if my paradigm is pushing buttons
I’m trying to grind so my bills don’t need any discussions
I don’t want to have to do the bluffing
Cause
That’s
Too much energy
Speaking to my problems
but they’re still not hearing me
I had to accept it
That this life of mine
I live
is reckless
And the only way that it’ll change
Is if I’m doing things that aren’t the same
as before
Hoping that I never have to sleep on the floor
Again
(2018)
The AwkweirdSole. 