I think maybe

I'm giving up on lent

for this year

because I've already cheated enough

and once you've cheated for a while

it begins to lose its fun

but anyways

my brain seems bursting

with all the things

I want you to know

even though

I'm not sure

whether I know them all myself

really

but I wish to be beloved

because I am selfish

but I'm grappling

at the crossroads

since things I'm soon to write

will not win me friends

and I doubt that'll be all

but I want to tell my stories

and I feel I owe it

to whoever else's soul

sits dormant inside me

I feel the need to be an activist

in spite of my tragedy

not being as gripping

as others' are

I need to read Hell's Angels

and anything else

I think might allow me to pluck up courage

since I was a coward in person

and the least I could do

is be brave behind the keyboard

regardless of what that might mean

concerning my overall likability

because I am human enough

to be able to survive

in spite of how many people

wish I didn't

I suppose that'd be my moral

if I had one

and my motivation

which I need