Personal Narrative: Why I Hate Me

I really hate this feeling when I reminisce
Cuz everything be coming back in heavy hits
And it's funny how I feel that I still haven't changed
Like I'm still the same kid with the laughing face
Still cocky, overbearing, and obnoxious
I poke fun at the most sensitive of topics
I'm still cursing feeling edgy from the stuff I do
I feel like I found a treasure box but without the locksmith
In high school, I felt cool cuz I ditched prom
Sit in my room, feel productive writing lit songs
Silly dreams in hopes that one day it'll lift off
Empty promise like don't worry I'll be rich mom
I know I might not be one of ya proudest one
Sitting slouch, problem child instead of alpha son
But as soon as my shit blows, that's proof enough
And I'ma do better than …show more content…
Rainy days that I'd always try and make sunny
Keep em close, make sure they would never stray from me
Just a bunch of big talkers at the lunch tables
Bunch of freshmans spitting dreams talking good fables
Cuz we were always talking bout the evergreens
Too bad the actions only lived inside our memories

All the old days have passed on
We are not kids no more no
All the old days are gone now
We are not kids no more yeah

I really hate this feeling when I reminisce
Cuz everything be coming back in heavy hits
Cereal boxes right next to tv screens
Tom and Jerry on sunday that's what my evening needs
I recall feeling hungry while on a search for power
I was an early bloomer that turned into nervous flowers
I'm feeling crummy asking about my what my purpose is
Cuz there's a devil on my shoulder with a serpent lip
And he serving sin, I'm struct with nervousness
My luck is running out, I see the clock is irking him
I'm resisting temptation, but it's so appealing
You die a hero or you see yourself become the villain
I see these mirrors and all I see is crack in it
All my appraisals turned to compliments that's backhanded
I'd paint a picture on a canvas that turn black and grey
And watch my memories all turning into ash and