Negative Self Talk (ramblings of the inspirationless)

You never go back from being a piece of shit

Once you’re a piece of shit, that’s it

You no longer act like shit (cept’n when you do)

You have no shitty intentions

But you can’t turn back time

Undo what’s done

You fight your smell

You appear less shitty

I get it

But your nature is shit

Will you be a garden?

Or a bomb?

A piece of shit with a choice…