It’s kind of like a sheet
A quilt or so, if you say.
My words too shallow
so mean and sharp
I end up just feeling so hollow
They’re vicious and cruel
Ravenous teeth drip with drool
It’s careless and heartless
A perpetuating duel.
But within don’t you see
Not with your eyes
My poor soul
But within oh within
Oh My mind on a roll
It spirals and flips
All decisions are splits
Admiration is out
And my anger is stout
Be better be smarter
Don’t do all of that
Stop being so worthless
Just one more night cap
Goals out the window
My work all undone
I try and I try
But my seams been unstrung
I’m trapped in a hole
Of not “good enough”
Despite whats around me
I just treat myself rough
I don’t see what I do
I don’t feel tall and proud
I just beat myself up...
And withdraw from the crowd
I get in my head
My brainwash was real
I’m useless I’m nothing
I’ll never REALLY feel.
And then, as for this sheet,
This quilt, or so if you say
I fold up that dark place
And put that shit away.
My days are bright
My lungs work alright
I’ll Remember INNER light
And prepare for another day.
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