While doing homework for kindergarten (pretty sure it had to do with mathematics...maybe that's why I suck at it?) I jabbed a pencil in the middle of my right palm. I still see the small mark to this day.
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is, I don't exist, I'm just a soundtrack to your movie
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me ****ing spit it
I jump in many different heads through these words and poems
Always hoping maybe the next leap'll be my leap home
Have a scab scar on my right shoulder from playing at the park with some friends and I decided to go down a cement hill with a scooter....LOL. Busted my *** at high speed when I got all the way to the bottom.
Ran and tripped with a pencil in my hand.
Slipped on the ice.
Don’t remember if it was before or after 12, but I was bit by a horse, and still have scars from it.
If stretch marks count, then yeah, we can also add growing too fast.
Embrace the glorious mess that you are