Head VS heart Emotionally inept Both ripped apart My Reality just Became My math Not art rocket road Where to start Look for the middle Was harder then I thought Not simple division Had to dig a little deeper I got ripped apart Emotionally Stable , Now that’s dark Tall tails from my childhood About how my parents We’re enabling Let’s open that book Makes me think That maybe life’s Worth marrying As my mom would say Who’s knows what tomorrow brings Bullshit These Relationships , Just end in divorces Men just lookin For a woman thats Gorgeous Who does chores Not ignoring How a Woman portrays herself When ordered woman look with traits In men like there fathers Apparently in that case I’m cursed left me hallow Herd my true calling then there’s The stereotype of being The middle daughter So I’m doubling my chances Mathematical equations Nothing left to lose Exposing myself Left me in ruins I know have less hands to feed Beggars can’t choose My feelings I used As weapons not tools When I was younger My feelings ripped me apart No longer Preachin my needs My Thoughts, my wants Im freed ME :::::::: I just used therapy and with the help Got some Answers and some clarity She agreed . My therapist Not cut out for marriages Because my theory’s Are based on experiences Now holding More then the concept That life’s just one great Big parody My family We ended up Being Enemies all my story’s Costly fees So many Gs A concoction of Damn philosophers Stories :;;::: inventions of disbeliefs My opinionated self Should reflect on these I took a test and Studied from a book That hasn’t been written yet Looked in a mirror The perfect projectionist Reputation Was taken By me faking it The point I’m making I’m saying that No point in praying Better I avoid the fork and religion While I’m Plugged into my parents basement haven’t had the choice My mind and hearts been racing Since the day I was born I’ve been too gracious Fighting, Niceness, was my biggest weakness Door Matt Was written all across my forehead All four seasons Stood in the doorway One frame away from greatness My mind was gated Now I’m paying the bill Cost me so much patiences Can’t fake this My actual account Of things I’ve mistakenly Wasted, Mixing them together My end result Was virtues And patients What don’t kill you Makes you stronger Yet my heart is still aching Here I sit Longing My body was controlled By things that I Could not grasp or hold , By now you are hearing My story I’m warning you Or maybe trying to teach You a new theory or two My rhymes hold clues Listen Stars that left These words unspoken On a cusp Of hurt or broken And how I show them Not feeling Was harder Then not sorting threw my emotions Left my heart Not on my sleeve But in the dark Here I am choking Second guess all life’s decisions Astrology, psychologists Biological needed therapy Now lefts add my biography My book is written about to get real messy