Wax Poetica - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I have spent way too many years
Dealing with way too many fears
Overwhelmed by previous sins
Tattered soul that dwells within
I feel as if I wax poetica
At times it's more pathetica
Trouble with the self-esteem
Moodiness, the common theme
Spent years running from "The Tao of Dad"
I've got his voice and temper bad
Have to speak in words of praise
Have to act in kinder ways
To all you encounter, keep an open mind
Always be gentle and strive to be kind
Be accepting and nonjudgmental
Let go of all things detrimental
It makes us humane and deals with the fear
Love is the answer for everything dear