If this wakes me up,
then, why does it
wear me out?
If this lets me spill
all my secrets, then,
why does it mock them?
If this is what builds
my confidence, then,
why does it break me down?
Why can't my words,
and the way they're positioned,
be as good as theirs?
Why must these perfectly
crafted lines and shapes,
be like me and not good enough?
Why won't my closest friend
stop poisoning my best
cup of tea?
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Havoc
PoetryEvery story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*
