being up all night, has made me think, not once, not twice, possibly three times, even four, about why i am here, on this earth, to just sit here, and try to make a few rhymes, about my life, where i have been, who i have dated, my many problems, with the weed and othes things, especially the knife, is this just a cry, for help, or a cry to be heard, for some attention, no matter what it is, it helps me get by, people like to complain, when things dont, go their way, so this is MY way, my way of complaining, to anyone who will, listen to me, i dont care who it is, or what they have to say, this is just me, expressing myself, oh who i am, what i do, how i live, im not a problem child, no super sport star, living in hollywood, trying to be something, im not, or trying to fit in, with people that are fake, claiming that, what they belive in, must be right, and everyone else, must be wrong, we all have our opinions from music, to cars, to clothes, doesnt really define, who you are, its how you act, and what you do, and choices you make, so to end this here, saying whatever, came to mind, not afraid, of what anyone will say, this is just me, expressing me.