I see the chaos, in a funny tweet
They let it in
They let all see
I see the chaos, and I feel
Weird
So jealous
Even though I also see me
I see the chaos, not far away
Brushing the window
Stroking my face
I feel the chaos, whirling around
It is in me
And yet I tie it down
I free the chaos?
No I don't
What if it destroys
Everything?
I see the chaos, and it is just
humanity
But I must be perfect
So I will let it be
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Bad Poetry
PoetryI force myself to write bad poetry and do nothing to change it. No perfectionism, no expectations.
