The Queen of Overreaction
Poetic justice
I can’t regret
Running away
From a place I didn’t belong
Only a little work
And a frank talk
Would have worked
The transformation
That was really necessary
It wasn’t my choice
That that never happened
But one has to make the best out of
What did happen
I reckon I’ve done that
I’m sorry for the trouble
But was it really trouble?
Or did it make you look
In the mirror too
You aren’t a saint
Because no one is
I think we are the King and Queen
Of overreaction.
The mind is a wonderful
Terrible thing.
That’s what meeting you
Has taught me
I never even knew I could change
But I can
Completely
I’m not a bad person at all
So I won’t say I’m trying to be better
I am trying to be who I actually am
Not who people think I should be.
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Gillian Lesley Scott
Scots born Australian. Tales of being human. Despite aiming for the highest good of all, not always successful
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