Loosing fate

been hurt before explored my doors passion hatd to ignore seem to just want more but after I do it I fill it out the pores making me feel like so ignored overlooked I'm sick and don't want more I'm not keeping up with the my habit itbecomes a chore fighting hard just to try to roar or ignore contemplating things and mistakes I've been hearing knocking at the door put myself in a new place that's mistakes sometimes it just seems like things are fate but never too much to be put on my own plate I'm ready to take action and let trueself demonstrate dont ever feel like i need a reason yo contemplate on past mistakes taken inventory of myself gonna correct it to make self great no more sweating small shit that never shoulda been something to place on my plate no regrets always pressured by mistakes wish i could erase some of the dreams that i tried to chase just to escape what a fucked up place a fucked up place only realizingl always fucked up that gotta face just a little bit of a taste notging you cant gandle dont be a diagrace stand up for something and show you aint fake not another snake born as a whole different shape the right slice of cake meaning for you will eventually find its fate find its gate rewad war at any rate. time to shake the demons i hear you screaming you dont need another reason to ge ignoring the inner you is treason a trader for no reason