Confliction, Conviction

Everyday of my life

Is a never-ending climb

Half the time, feeling so behind

And never knowing exactly

Quite what it is that I'll find

I'm what some may as a rambler

Or a wanderer

In some manners

But never once would I be found

As a panhandler or a gambler

You see I've managed

To fuck over my life

Causing strife

Even had not one

But two wives

I used to cut myself

With knives

And even live multiple lives

Was lost and accused of infidelity

I'm borderline personality

With lack of formality

Often causing atrophy

As well as mental brutality

I'm sick of being hit

With stones like I've clearly shown

I acknowledge my fuck ups

From this heart once of stone

I've apologized to all involved

Problems were solved

Fictions resolved

But it seems at times

I'm still confined

To suspecting minds

At the drop of a dime

Random crimes...

Long story short

Once a convict

Always a convict

Thank you society

You're the best :)