Problem Child

October 17, 2012
High off of sleepless nights,
Drunk off of scarce love,
Shooting with blank stares,
Joining gangs of banded funerals,
Running away from my fallen emotions,
Arrested by my feeble thoughts,
Failing the class of society,
Cheating on the lies of life,
Sent to court by my impaired judgement,
Stealing the riches of my own poverty,
Fighting and beating myself down,
I may seem good,
But you don't realize,
I'm the problem child you never wanted.

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