My life has a pattern,
I've know this for some time,
No superstition can change that.
Life flies on gracefully,
Higher and higher to happiness.
Until it hits the glass ceiling.
Like a bird it didn't see it coming,
Now I am tumbling.
I can't stop the things from happening.
Nothing feels real now
That I know of my curse
That was put upon me.
Now I pay for my time of joy.
I have been a burden for my smile.
I must be punished for my crime.
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Poetry
PoesiaI don't have a good coping mechanism at the moment because my phone broke and can't post my poems on instagram. So they're going here until I get a new phone a feel more safe that people won't go snooping.
