When you hear the word 'scatter'
You think of movement
I think of what it means mentally
The constant running
But it always follows
The voices, the red, the adrenaline
It has me rethinking my lines
The ways I continue blowing
But the problems always follow
The scattering of everything
People, plants, thoughts
Everything scatters
And my mind is splattering
Painting a picture
But I don't want the pictures
I want to run from it all
The problems run tall
And my patience, thin
My head running to hide
Hide from the red of everything
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Technoblade inspired Poetry
Poetry~ ✨ ~ ✨ ~ ✨ ~ ✨ ~ ✨ ~ I thought of this idea and now I need to do this. most of this poetry will be written by me, but I might find others' poetry with credit :](and permission cause yknow copyrights) I hope you enjoy!
