The last year was a tormoil and relief
A fight between who I am and my beliefs
To be so lost that you only want to be found by yourself
Never to open, but locked inside the shelf
I guess that's growth, it first has to get worse
Like a man walking the earth, trying to get rid of his cross
Like snakes, just without the hiss
I think I shedded alot, and I don't mean skin
Friend groups? No that's dissolved
I just have friends scattered like Jacob's son
I don't want to hurt people around me due to my hurt
So I am happily closing up that door
My life has these holes that I am trying to fill up
I feel like to people I am a cup, disposable ones
My worst fear is I feel I treat people the same way
Forget prodigal, I am the hypocritical son
Good at bad decision and bad at taking good ones
I haven't heard from my bestfriend, I miss her so much
But I hope she knows that I love her and understand
That like bad scissors, I am bad at cutting but willing to hand
The Tulip, the one that withstood it all
Tried sabotaging and it still wouldn't fall
Even when the winter called
You still found a way to sprinkle pollens on my soil
Remember what I write is how I feel
Could be momentarily or real deal
I used to feel I needed to check up on all my friends
But that weight on me? That's not fair
So here's to 24, a reminder of my imperfections
A test to a next exam
If I've hurt you, this is my apology
I am trying to be a better me
Epiphany with beer in one hand and pen on the right
trying to adjust my bending lampstand.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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