Scratched Out

[narrator]

Never good enough
Never better than what I want to be
Thinking it’s too tough
Thinking bleak is all it takes to be me

The first line can’t be so bad
Take my grammatical errors and set aside
Just makes me mad
When I can’t suppress then express what’s inside

Thought I could be better
Thought I could change
Thought I could do better
Maybe it’s not within my range

"Seven years ago—"
No, it’s not good enough
"They were walking home—"
I won’t try to change it’s too rough
"Pushing their bikes up a hill—"
Maybe I can laugh
"The smaller kid named Will—"
At my mistakes in life
Looked up at the sun—"
"Cuz I got nothing else
Maybe I can get past that first line