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It's Only Temporary

Confession's of a Quitter

By Gabrielle IannielloPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
It's Only Temporary
Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash

Confetti stuck in my hair,

Feeling like I’m finally free,

As if something was in the air,

Allowing myself to be me.

High-fiving the person to my right,

I feel so fucking seen,

To witness everyone expressed despite,

The masses trying to intervene.

I was high on the fun,

Nothin’ could bring me down,

’til my intrusive thoughts had begun,

Taking the 1 train uptown.

A heaviness grew inside my chest,

Something that I’ve felt before,

I can’t pretend anymore, I confessed,

As I stepped up to my door.

A piping hot shower,

temporarily numbs all the pain,

but it’s never enough, I thought,

Watching glitter go down the drain.

Wiping fog from my mirror,

looking myself dead in the eye,

I’ve never thought clearer,

as I plan out my goodbye.

Laying the perfect dress out,

with matching earrings for it too,

I’m suddenly flooded with self doubt,

what the hell am I going to do?

I thought I had it figured out,

My parents were so thrilled,

Taking the comfy Corporate route,

Except it won’t make me fulfilled,

Today was like a ray of sunshine,

That faded into gray,

Feeling like my life was finally mine,

Even though it’s beginning to fray.

I curl up in my queen-sized bed,

Hoping that sleep will bring me clues,

I couldn’t help but feel dread,

As I fear the only answers booze.

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