Still

Just a culmination of situations I lost control of it Henceforth my tempered fit I’m now backtracking
It is morn, I am left to face my private scorn What is my curse my place I alone missed the pace Negative attracting
My comedic errors, do I mean terrors I now will do my best To let naysayers rest Ignore backstabbing
Might I be weak are these my own dusty feet Shake it off, forget scoff I trust He loves me still With all I am lacking. PatsyP
