It might sound like complaining. I assure you that I’m not.
It is more like humble bragging. Which I tend to do alot.
It’s not true that I can’t help myself. It’s more like I never tried.
Could be from too much attention. Or to little… I can’t decide.
I used to be a victim. Now I just be a volunteer.
My head is firmly up my ass. And I can’t see to clear.
Writing myth in the first person. To see why and who I could love.
It’s not I’ll ever understand, but I try… Push comes to shove.