I'M So Backwards Poem by Nathan Streango

On the way back home at night,
My conscience not in sight,
And I did not recite my daily prayer to stay alive inside,
Where do I want to be,
Who do I want to go,
I’m backwards and I don’t know just what I wanted anymore,

And while I’m walking up my driveway,
It suddenly becomes a highway,
To be alones to have it my way,
I can’t get away let me demonstrate despite the pain,

The walls start closing in,
I live a life that’s full of sin,
And I am such a fool to begin again beside the losing end,
Both of me is wrestling,
I’m spitting at my destiny,
I’m screaming my oh blessed me, I see a cut a messy bleed,

And while I’m walking up a highway,
It suddenly becomes the right day,
But still I choose to have it my way,
I can’t compensate the morbid hate you put in my plate,

Yet another waste of time,
There is no way I could rewind,
I hate on you because I’m blind, I try to point so I don’t hide,
The fact that I’m the reason,
I don’t mature with seasons,
At one point I yelled treason; she’s my rock that I will ease on,

And while I’m living life for my way,
I fall behind from taking byways,
And you will stare at me when I say,
Lets all run away to altercate with the stormy days,