Abstract: True Talent
I’ve slurped down a whole pint of ice cream in a matter of minutes,
And stood in a dark pantry, slamming peanut butter cups like a rat.
I’ve left texts unsent,
And parties unattended.
Spent money I didn’t have,
And all to avoid feeling bad.
And these are my minor sins,
Those I’m comfort admitting to my friends.
For I am a king of self-destruction.
