I feel the overwhelming urge to control it all.
For the fate of my destiny to be at my hands.
Hands of which know no bounds,
Hands of which I curl up and shove down,
Lines marking the skin of my palms,
Take me back to when I didn't feel it all.
I need to be in charge of my life,
The choices I make, and the people I like.
But the universe has different plans.
It ripped my control right out of my hands,
I am in control of nothing anymore,
And it scares me more and more, my feelings unmoored.
I can hear Jae and Isis now
wOmP wOmP
we stand with Palestine
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My Mind; A Collection
PoetryPoetry collection from a junior in high school who struggled <3 Now a college student, who fondly looks back when she struggles <3