Life is so complicated in and of itself
Trying to survive each breathing day
Do we really have time to argue
For others standing in our way?
The liars, the braggers and untrustworthy ones
The dodgers and boasters, these are no fun
I wave the magic on the end of my wand
I say the words, ” now you losers be gone”
I have no choice but to concentrate on me
I hate to be selfish, and maybe sound mean
I hope you understand, I need my strength for today
Because if I don’t, this illness could take me away.
Written by my thoughts,