Choke on Your Misery

It’s hard to be perfect all the time; impossible. It’s hard to constantly be a screw up too. No one is all bad or all good. We all live with goodness and sin in our hearts and souls. Before, I was mostly good, now I'm not. I’ve become something else. I’ve become some drugged up freak. I know I need to change. Therapy helps, but how much can talking really change? When everything you think and do is wrong, you can’t do anything right. I'm a walking travesty. I can’t be changed. But I'm still smiling.