This is a public service announcement to my fucking self,
that sometimes I need to write shit out just so I can hear myself.
Yup, I don’t write just for the consistent writing clout,
but more so to arrange my thoughts and mentally sort things out.
100 percent of the time these posts are dedicated to me,
they act as reminders because I know how hard headed I can be.
I often need reminders to practice what I preach,
because I give great advice, but for myself it can seem out of reach.
I post these posts and make them public for anyone’s eyes,
because deep down I want someone to relate and maybe realize…
Bitch, you’re not alone. You are valid in what you feel.
This game of life gets messy, and I only write about what’s real.
Most of the time that means my life, and I get cautious not to over-share,
people don’t need to know my every move, and that I am completely aware.
That was what had me weary – the fact that anyone could peep.
I didn’t want to give people the scoop on my life and encourage them to creep.
Sometimes I still get in those moods of shutting this shit down,
but without this outlet I know that I would mentally drown.
This is a public service announcement to my fucking self,
to stop bottling up my feelings and putting them on the shelf.
Bitch, that M.O. gets you nowhere, you should know this by now,
and remember you will only post what you are willing to allow.
This shit is dedicated to me,
and it always will be.
But if you resonate, then this is dedicated to US –
I’ll give you the words to your emotions that you feel you can’t discuss.
Love Yourz Story 