Secrets on the inside,
Secrets bruning beneath my handsome features,
Knowlegde of self that makes me want to cry,
Makes me want to run away and hide.
Mind set wondering if you can detect,
what it is that I am holding behind my eyes,
Something that if told to a parent,
There would be a meeting between a palm and backside,
because a parently parents sometimes see
the reality of a child's lies
And so one thing that I personaly have to do is swallow my pride,
Becuase lies only choke the life out of any natural thought cycle,
My inner psychy is bound to spiral,
My mind will be ignorant to the cup being half full,
Becuase pride makes any young man unstable.
That is why it's not I but God that is Able.
That is why it's not I but God that is Able.