8-8-08 Poem by roman radman

I wish i could explain how i feel, with a pencil
I wish i could tell people the truth with a sip of coffee
I wish i could honestly say that i am alright

But times are getting so hard
That i dont know what to think, say or do

So how can i solve this?
How can i make sure i am satisfies with myself
Without lieing to myself

I dont want to tell you
For I dont trust me
But i also dont trust this journal

So what can i trust?
Cigarettes?
Alcohol?
Music?
Sex?
Coffee?

No.
I cant trust anything
But
I can lie