Sometimes I wonder why I write this stuff
I know they are generic-I try to act tough
But I know they suck-a waste of your time
I’d be arrested if bad writing was a crime
All I do ever is diss,complain moan and whine
And find an excuse for every mistake of mine
And blame all the people who tried to help me
Pretend being blind-easier to look away than see
I try to be the Dude-but I fail to be the man
I fail to be the Dude too-I don’t think I can
Charm people off their feet-that ain’t me
I can only try to cheer you up unsuccessfully
I shirk responsibilities-I can shoulder none
I remain the same immature frivolous one
I try to cover that up and I say I am a rebel
But the truth is-coward is more apt a label
My friends try to help me-I turn them away
This way I have lost many friends to this day
Yet others keep coming and trying to help me
Some feel I am misguided-they don’t know me
Things change all the time-yet they stay the same
I figured this out long ago-this is not a game
We ultimately learn to live with what we’ve done
I guess it’s my fate to be the unrepentant one.
4 comments:
Wow. I just salute your courage for being able to be so candid and unrepentant. :)
bhibhosto hoeche...kobita ta consistently valo!!
anish at its depressing best!!
keep it up!!
i think u should leave rap songs and try ur hands at metal lyrics!!!
one of ur best..loved it. Sometimes i feel u r a better poet than prose writer.
this is an extremely honest piece of poetry...i mean very few people have the guts to say these things without any hesitation...i loved this one
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