A SCRAMBLED MIND

I tend to always find myself being asked same question on different Occasions. "What do you want?"

A very simple question without a doubt Yet so difficult to give an answer that's stout Most times my retort is to please the cynic Still I get fucked, ending up in the heart clinic


I unconsciously try to please everyone first
Without a second thought bout my wants yet
I do that because I feel I'll adapt eventually
A lil change for a friend to end a day happily
But in the end, like a fool I'm treated
My sacrifices thrown down the toilet and flushed

After my last visit to the heart clinic with a huge cut
I asked myself "what do you really want?"

Now I know I ain't no Saint
I've got my flaws and stains
But all I want is a friend who values me
One who shows the world my worth to see

A backbone that still has my back irrespective of whatever differences
But most especially, a true friend who reads my energy and reciprocates
Gets mad at me when I'm wrong, but in the end, holds no grudges

Life's about to get rough in a few
I pray I find the strength to keep it together like glue
May Yaweh show me the right path with clues
So my scrambled mind would withstand every tribulation like the Jews.