​Life [poem]

I’ve been selfish, self centered you name it I’ve been it, I’ve died on the inside but somehow I’ve lived it, I hated my old life now somehow I miss it, I value my life but will constantly risk it, My natural state is just painful and skewed, I wake up each day there’s no guessing my mood, I’m kind, I’m sincere, I’m repulsive and rude, I’ll strive to fit in but then on purpose seclude Since the math isn’t mathing and nothing adds up, The blunt filled with weed I’m just not passing up