The Veracity of Reality

I fuck up here

I fuck up there

I fuck up far

I fuck up near


Always do it wrong

But never do it right

With you

It's always a fight


Who created this fairy tale

This fucking perfect paradigm

None of it makes sense

Or maybe it's just this time


That's all I hear

It will get better

Mosey on

But it's hard,


You don't understand

But I don't expect u to

It's just me in this hole

All the same, nothing new

This poem is about: 
My family
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