When playing Army or war,

I was always the bad guy,

My friends would be the good,

And I was always the Nazi,

For some reason I never understand the real score…

For the most part I did lose,

But at the time it was what I did choose,

I didn’t seem to know any better,

Could it be from my familial life,

From when they did of me abuse…

No matter, even though I let go all of that,

I still was a little pain in the a** brat,

I don’t know how my parents & friends put up with me,

With my parents we were in constant combat…

I’ve grown to be an adult with little self-confidence,

Though I try, I still find myself not having much sense,

But I still do fight hard to continue on,

Tis the only words I can use in my own defense…

© ed ~ 5/2/10