beautiful mess

i remember how i wore like felt insecure in my epileptic helmet 

not like i want it maybe i also want to get a chance to look , perfect

but the best thing with it disquise my bald head after the operation

and i got some insecurities after it , but i guess i had to deal with them

the only way i do is write it off in a poem 

i recall how i met you there in retirement , the most beautiful ever

i wish i could describe you cleverness here but  i never seem to deliver

you always have the right thing to say to  me the pain go away

and  i hate i throw up my meds over your work costume but i guess its nothing new 

how you seen me in diaper but still think i am dapper , wish i could   close my own button

but then again , a way to steal you a moment and i will always think fondly about retirement