I often fly by the seat of my pants
don't usually have a plan
but when I do, it's pretty bad
because most of the time
I am awfully fucking sad
with fears that life is just a fad,
some cosmic joke
for all to laugh at
all but me
with my toxic routines,
I’m at home in a hazmat suit
the daily poisoning of my soul
is my only hobby
it turns as black as the back of my closet
where the skeletons stay hidden
for good reason
but you can't hold me back
the way I do to myself
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies
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