Forgotten Poem

I'm lazy

I'm dramatic

I'm cigarette smoking machine

I overeat

And I oversleep

I'm tired

I'm usually a perfectionist

And now I'm going to see

What I've done

My every mistake

Either make me better or worse

Who knows what will be my fate

I'm greedy

I'm materialistic

I'm not perfect

Neither do I claim to be

You love me

You don't like me

You know nothing about me

Only what you want to see

I hope that one you cope 

With your expectations of others

I didn't ask for fame or notoriety

I only chose to help and give back

Hopefully stay productive and inspired

I perspired

I've cried 

I've weeped

I've bared my soul

I've given you plenty

That want enough for you 

I've over plucked my eyebrows

Cut off my lashes

Drank gasoline

Even got into a domestic dispute

That I wasn't responsible for or guilty

I've done so much 

So much more

And telling you this right now 

Feels like a chore

I have been an escort

A stripper

A retail sales junkie

A waiter

A rent boy

A photographer

Filter junkie

And star and a model

A makeup artist

And a overweight weak coughing

And snivelling person

And plotted to extreme

How to live and die by my own hands 

When I needed help

I went 

And got it

I worked for everything I own

But you must have forgotten

As you will me

And I expect this

You don't know me now

And you won't know me then

But atleast I will be at peace

If God allows it