Who the hell am I?
I don’t know who I am, it’s no lie
I spent my whole life masking
So when I stopped basking
In the glory of others on a pedestal
Some people weren’t so flexible
Some people have said “well the trash takes itself out”
But what if, I am the trash?
And I have smashed
All that is good
Because who would
Ever slay a dragon for me
Rescue me from a monster of the sea
Fight for my heart
Take a grenade for their part?
I think it’s probably best if I keep my circle tight
And not let anyone else into my exclusive club, right?
About the Creator
Susannah Peareth-Kinston
I am a mother of two boys, a librarian and a poet.
I hope to make some poetry connections here and maybe even have it as a side hustle. I do it for the cathartic release I get from writing it.
I write about love, friendship and ADHD.
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