Mouth Wide Open

I should have just kept my mouth shut
But pleading ignorance
Has never been my strong suit
And my intuition
Can’t be put on mute.
It’s as if a cancer plagues my mind
And keeps me guessing repetitive
All the time.
Without a doubt you’ll find me forgettable
But my words will cause you
To question the regrettable.
I’m cursed
And I’m pleased
For what keeps me high is that I’m not the worst
And there is still life to be seized.