The poem
My life ain't been a polished thing,
It's dragged me through some shit.
I've made mistakes, picked wrong damn roads,
And still I never quit.
I've trusted people I regret,
Let chaos shape the years,
Had days I didn't know myself,
And nights that tasted like tears.
But I won't hide the life I've lived
Like it's some dirty little crime,
This mess is mine, these scars are mine,
And I survived them every time.
It's complicated, rough and real,
Not neat, not fixed, not tame-
But it's my life, unfinished still,
And I'm not fucking ashamed.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Editorial design printed on the front.