Ambiguous By A. Dacosta Brathway

Ambiguous...

The mirror image
of what I see
is what I wished not to be...

Back in the day,

I laid there
knowing not to play there!

Yet I ventured
and now I stay there!

F'ed up line of thinking
has my whole life stinking
w/ the stench
of unsuccess.

Full of misdirection
and pessimistic counsel...
A few days at a time
I smoked an ounce full...

Brain damaged mindset
made me mindful
now I rage in a china shop
like a blind bull...

While talking to myself,
I get an answer,
I hear voices,
yet no one stands there...

...Before me,
But me,
Still wishing I could be
opposite of what I see.

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway