to satisfy anyone but me. i don't write stories to entertain others. i write poems because i'm stressed out, in love, complicated, upset with my father or just down right bored. as much as these thoughts are mine to share, these words are mine to keep. therefore, sharing is not mandatory. i'm tired of the tabernacle. i'm tired of people preaching to me about my life. about what i'm doing wrong or simply not doing. about who i hang out with, kiss, meet up with, converse with, etc. i'm sick of it. i know my decisions lately have been pretty rash but for Christ's sake. let's all take a breather. i feel like a butterfly. my wings are pinned down. i'm delicate but restrained nonetheless by all my fears, intricacies, & complexities.
i'm going back into my cocoon.
it's time to get my shit together.
without help this time.
watch me.
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