Infected

Lately, I Have Myself Wishing I Could Run Away.
Because This Harsh Reality Has Me Not Wanting To Stay.
As My Current State Of Affairs, Worsens By The Second.
A Perpetual State Of Drama And Stress Is What I Reckon.
This Could Be Called, I Slipped And Eventually Falled.
Pulling At My Hair So Much, I'll Eventually Be Bald.
But Yet, I Continue To Trudge Through These Difficult Times.
Knowing Not To Say Much, As If I Was A Mime.
Because People Change Up Something Like The Weather.
And I Lie And Say It's Light Something Like A Feather.
But Honestly, I Done Learned To Adapt As It Was Necessary
If My Life Continues On This Course, The Future's Looking Scary.
So I Need To Evolve For The Benefit Of I.
And To Say My Life Is Perfect, Is Nothing But A Lie.
So To All Those Who See Me, You'll See I Have Changed.
And For A Long Time Now, I Believe My Life Needed To Be Rearranged.
So I Took It Upon Myself, To Better The Situation.
And To All Those Holding Me Back, I Dont Want No Affiliation.