Been this way since my birth.
Mind full of games, deceit, questioning my worth.
Perhaps the angel that I seek can answer.
Those things that don’t exist or matter.
Never contemplated my existence.
But if I disappeared, I’d be missed then.
Under the microscope of scutiny.
From the people who love me; like family.
So I chose to play idly with death.
But only when I’m sober…
Thats when I’m at my best.