Crazed2APoint ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS's blog: "Crazed Times"

I never claimed to be perfect, i just spit real shit and hope somebody feels it/ and if they don't they don't, shed a tear? nahhh i won't/ wanna complain? be my guest, be my very own pest, it's prob for the best, i'm always busy critiquing myself now i can finally give it a rest/ rest in peace to my extended family, dealt with more death then i can count, even using my fingers and toes wouldn't give me the right amount/  watching my momma breakdown was never easy to see, consoling methods consist of giving her my shoulder and letting her cry on me/ had to stay so strong, for oh so long, that i desensitized myself no longer cry when i find out somebody is gone, i feel so wrong/ like what the hell is wrong with me? i'm filled with so much apathy, it takes a lot to make me show sympathy, contradict that with the legit feeling of being happy, and showing more love to loved ones than i show for me/  wrap it all together and you get a complicated persona, might need to make a change but not really sure that i wanna/ nobody will ever be flawless, but i am still trying regardless, if i don't strive for perfection how can i  be a true artist?/ all i did in here was try to paint a small picture, a little look into my mind's confusing structure, stick around, maybe someday you'll understand me better, as i learn more about myself lookin into a stained glass mirror