No, no, don’t get me wrong

Mirror is you who shows me what I am

Worth a shot, or someone you would obviously not

Eh, its modern day poetry, the beloved is out of the picture

Its just me, my anxiety and a cup of liquor

No, no, don’t get me wrong, I am not a drunk mishap

I am just trying to make it rhyme, one word at a time

Letting go of the jitters, I hear a creek

Building my defenses, I decided to take a peek

No, no, don’t get me wrong, it was just air

Knocking on my door, for it understood my despair

Been on my own for a long time with nothing but a pen

Holding the fort since I was ten

No, no, don’t get me wrong, I was eleven

I tried to rhyme this line too, but nothing comes to mind that rings like eleven.

Now, I may go on all night long, for sleep is an enemy

But I have to stop, or you’ll make me.

Life has been hard, but it is what it is

Lets leave it at that, to figure out what the damned fuck that ‘it’ really is.