colors spin and grin
feeling the cost of being lost
unsure of the proper heart cure
I hate my fate when I hurt people
the ones I love and care for galore
I wince because I feel intensely for everyone in the room
I take another sip, as I grip the table
crunching chips, heart unzips
I’m so sorry, my head is as a quarry
forgive my gritty impulsivity
I can be better, hopefully you agree
Life-strife is growing up too fast
The test is knowing the right path, you might have guessed
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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