Am I Satisfied?

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Always asked good questions
but now I ask myself a great question
that arises in my mind
“Am I Satisfied?”
All my life
I found myself
staring at the sky,
asking why.
Been told I always been hard on myself.
Well I always think about my wealth.
Only if you knew the struggle I felt.
Parents were divorced at eight.
As a teen, I had pimples across my face.
I got rejected by most colleges
because of my high school grades.
It wasn’t until I was 23 when I had my first date.
25 was when I felt my heart snapped like a pencil
and tears were running down my face.
Imagine living thru your mid twenties
and constantly up all night
because pregnancies scares affected your life.
How can I be a father explaining to my parents that I don’t have a wife?
At 26 I got fed up with women.
I was paying for sex every minute.
I only wanted fast women
and at this time I learned to use protection.
At Friday night buying condoms at 7-11
so strippers can put Trojans over my erection.
Also at 26, was talking to chick,
who had a friendship
with my dad’s chick.
So another words, I met a girl through a mutual
friendship.
We was not in a relationship.
It was more of situationship
or a friends with benefits kind of situation
however you wanna call it.
But anyway be careful who you share your secrets with
because the gossip that was going on behind
my back
I was oblivious to it.
Life full of fucking hypocrites
so sometimes I have a hard time forgiving.
Forgiving to me is hard
like a teenage virgin trying to figure out
why he can’t get an erection.
But anyway this chick I was dealing with
was telling my business to her friend
and I stated earlier
this friend was in a situationship with my father.
Eventually I got a call from my sister
and she told me
“David, be careful what you say to that girl because dad thinks your talking about him”
Well I’m going to stop and I will continue this story on a future blog of mine’s.
Sometimes life shine, sometimes life is blind.
I imagine myself covering my eyes because the life is too bright
so I rather stay stuck in the cave
to play it safe.
Sometimes misery so addictive
u get comfortable
instead of trying to fix it.
So now for you bloggers that are reading this,
Do you think I am satisfied with my life?