Yet,

I have so many emotions

Yet I am emotionless 

I have so many words to say 

Yet I am unable to confess 

They wanted to watch me fall 

Yet, I progress 

They were hoping I would give up 

But I didn’t unlike the rest

I was told to prepare for the worst

Yet, I only believe the best 

I was never good a taking tests  

And when I didn’t know the answer

I guess I would just guess

I write letters to God every day

I know I am blessed 

Yes, it’s a mess 

Danny boy overheard me making strategic moves

Just like a game of chess

Caught some heat from the Backlot squad

Must’ve been all the buttons that I pressed

Yet, success

Words were exchanged 

And emotions were expressed

Nothing sweet about it besides the intentions behind it

Staying true to what we do–  nevertheless 

That’s just the way the cookie crumbles

That’s what I’ve come to assess