You know I dont wanna sound ungrateful but,
I'm pretty sure God fucked up.
I dont know if he was half awake, baked or simply drained when he thought of me.
All I can gather is this is most certainly not
how I'm suppose to be.
Like this mind of mine,
Please help me understand, your hand,
as it molded thee.
Did you truly mean to add all this anxiety?
Were these racing thoughts, helpless plots,
seriously what you had in store for me?
And how about this heart, let's be honest on this one,
Did you have too much care left over, is that it?
Was there a running sale on purity?
Or did you not have enough souls fitting of quality?
Must you have used up all this sensitivity,
I'm not trying to seem ungrateful, truly.
I'm just wondering,
what's the return policy?