If I spiral out of control this time,
And my dumpster fire cannot be contained,
Please know if I said I loved you I meant it genuinely,
I was just consumed in my own flames.
I was there as much as I could be,
I showed up as many times as I could,
I listened as intently as possible,
I gave more of myself than I should.
A life without limits,
Means without boundaries as well.
I played the hand I was dealt
And just miserably failed.
I was here but no one really saw me
At least that’s how it feels
I never really felt appreciated
And my poor little spirit it killed.
In the world where you desire to be chosen
I’m not a goose, I’m a duck.
And quite honestly, I don’t know why I bothered even writing this
It’s not like anyone even gives a fuck…
About the Creator
Moni Schex
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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