I’ve heard the phrase that people say,

To feel the fear, and do it anyway,

All well and good if you’re the type,

To jump from planes, and build the hype,

But what of those that every day,

They only fear in every way,

There is no high, just many lows,

A mind distraught, too many woes,

For them it’s hard to just get out,

When simple things can make them shout,

To feel their pain, you’ll never know,

So take your phrase and off you go,

In the end we’re not all strong,

But then again, weakness aint wrong,

Just be you, and do your best,

And when they speak, just f*** the rest.


I see the narcissist standing in the corner,

Rent a friend (or ten), on hand to smile, laugh,

How can so much love be reflected inwards?

In a moment of madness,

I ask him how he is,

And he begins to tell me,

A “Show and Tell” person,

Show me everything they have,

Tell me how much it cost,


No, that’s so last week,

He is the one and only……

By next week,

He’ll be the one,

And only


Who cares