It’s time
It’s time
I’m about to get my shit together
I’m going to do what I want to do
You can shout your words at me
But your words don’t feed me
Your words are low vibrational
Your words are trying to trap
My resolve
revile me
Your words are trying to make
Me double think myself
Criticize my actions
My- decisions
My mind is afraid of the future backlash of my steps
My unable-ness to properly explain
My path
But I’m going to do it anyway
This poem is about:
Me