MOROSE

So you hate a lot of hustle,
And a disobedient mouth,
Hence called a mannerless one.
So it's good you blame yourself,
Your gaze blur and black,
drenched in the moment,
when it springs from a friends mouth, 
little did they know,
how deep down the arrow has gone
Wanting to learn it, 
When you're so broke,
Fluttering you're a  bitch hey pal!
Onerous rounds,
Choking you,
But death's no where found
Like you have to fight,
Crossing of the demons,
And knowing what to hold on,
I'll survive said I,
Yeh why not...
World's an oyster,
For a ball of mess like you...
Why worry pal!
Struggling to fit in,
and locking up the uncanny self.
This damned world's so hard, 
probing through every bit of mine,
It's okay to be not okay, 
It's okay to be this way, 
The scar ain't gonna hurt any more.