She identified herself with her own demons
but they were in her head and not her identity
Being sorry to oneself is toxic
her body copied pain from panic
playing a copycat always is frantic
shallowness is an overrated fit
cause she was never good at shooting the shit
She was sick of playing the second fiddle
It’s not important to stand in the middle
But she's always been dancing to somebody's tune
Like wolves howling at the moon.
So, in a dark midsummer night in june
She learnt the efficiency of singing the song in another tune
It's hard but once you march to the beat of your own drum
You're able to strum another pattern
Play different chord progressions
And master your first original song
Once you step out of comfort zone
You will pull off another acoustic solo
YOU ARE READING
Born be a moonchild
PoetryHello my darling! You made it to my poetry collection. I'm starting off with a bunch of self-written poems in order to come out of comfort zone. Feel free to comment your opinions on my writing and also write down your thoughts / interpretations. Al...
