Each creek and moan of the house
is like when I pop my back.
In both situations, people stop and examine where the sound came from.
The moans and creeks of the house from the wear and tear of people living in it for twenty years plus;
my knots in my back,
the pops as I twist and turn my back
,from years of stress,
"Is your back okay?"
Yeah, other than just like the people living in the house for eternity,
my back is knotted from stress like strands of yarn tangled together forever.
It's wear and tear from my every day
but
mostly
from
the expectations that are put on me.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
