That line is from one of my poems, but it seemed apropos after I posted as my Facebook status update that I feel like an Eminem song. Not so much in content, but in style.
Life seems a bit loud lately. Kind of chaotic, irrational at times. Sometimes it leaves me thinking what the hell just happened? It's moving so fast I can't keep up. I'm angry, I'm scared, I'm confused, I'm frustrated, I rage at times. And I don't know the words to my own life. The music starts, and I begin singing, and I think I know the words, but then I find myself mouthing them or making shit up as I go along.
I'm hoping that my life as an Eminem song will eventually calm down and morph into...I don't know...maybe something a little more mellow like Beck or Train even.