memory takes me back to who I was
and where I been because I will never
be the same again friendships never lasted
until the end so I guess I never had a friend
walls kept on closing in there's no more
openings rolls of abandonments no need
for social development immune to the
elemental environmentally disturbance
happy campers don't live in tents
it's to intense to tap into without
wanting to tap out it's about to be on
every struggle needs a side hustle
working it out builds strong muscle
the thicker the skin lessens the pain
keeps the dagger from getting in
these good thoughts in constant battle
with bad ones I try not using bad words
but good words don't express
feelings as well to come across
landing a blow hard enough to
make the connection