I try to not be bitter
But sometimes I can’t help myself.
I feel like
I earned it.
I paid my dues.
And sometimes i just need to work through the bitter
So I can learn how to be sweet.
I would say again.
But I don’t think I’ve ever been sweet.
And I’m not sure I want to be.
I need to work through the bitter
So it doesn’t eat me alive.
I need the bitter
But only long enough
To use it as fuel.
When I’m bitter
The fears and memories can burn in the hell
of my mind.
I can blow out the ashes when I laugh.
at how far I have come,
Instead of worrying about how far I have to go.