And no matter how much I try
I just cannot seem to master the New York accent
Two and a half years and still…Maryland wont let me go
My scarlet letter shows every time I open my mouth.
Will I ever be cool?
These tattoos aren’t getting me the type of guys… who like girls with tattoos.
This isn’t what I was hoping for.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
And when the hell did 26 happen?
Where’s the ring, house and kids that are supposed to be fulfilling my life?
This rented room, doesn’t even count as an apartment.
I should’ve foreseen all of this.
All those school suspensions were for a reason.
I’m a fuck up.
No wonder fuck is my favorite word.
And praying for better is moot.
I can’t pull myself up by my bootstraps,
I’m starting to think that, that’s a requirement.
But I don’t own boots.
Not even Uggs,
This has to be my karma.
But taking my mother away from me was a bit much.
I’m sure I wouldn’t be this much of a fuck up.
I never thought I would be “that” sibling
The one that becomes a screw-up.
And the sad truth is,
I’d rather stay in New York, broke,
Than go back to Maryland.
Where people I don’t even know, will know for certain,
that I am a failure.