It's Only Temporary
Confession's of a Quitter
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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