My anxiety is through the roof.
The truth —
Be damned !
Unplanned scrolling doling
out unnecessary feelings
I’m dealing
with the devil on the sly
I try to say goodbye but I
don’t wanna die
to myself.
There you have it.
My wealth is in my looks
it cooks deep inside my
pride
unhooked, a slow tease
I breeze through my life
trippin’, dippin’ my toes in
nothing —
Stirring up the pot for what?
Shut up.
I know
I’m to blame for the game
I’m playin’ in
got no say in who wins -
One sword, two blades,
1 cut, 2 drains down
the planes of my shoulders
holders of the world,
inner carried
weighing down, unlifted
I’m gifted
with a weakness that’s bleak, it’s -
a brilliant losing streak I guess.
I am witness to my own demise.
I’m not good, or wise.
A disguise wearing me thin.
What other lies am I believin’ in?
Oh child.
Where do I even begin?
About the Creator
Brooke Farrar
Inspired by Lemony Snicket, who kindled a flame in my childish mind, and I am constantly in awe of Douglas Adams' ability to gather seemingly ordinary words into a confusing bouquet of inspiration and hilarity.
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