a poem to you

This is a poem

Looking into the past, feeling the bridge start to break

I've been scattered all over the place, trying to fix my mistakes

Want to be free, want to be heard, but sometimes I start to trip

Pride is the devil, I stooped to his level, knowing I can't even handle this shit

I've worked day by day, tireless nights

Resting wherever I can

Played with my deck, was never content

So I lost all the cards in my hand

I traded a home for a shelter with a pretty front

Not knowing what was inside, I took a deep dive