Smile lines are now backwards
Days turn to weeks
I feel backwards
I feel inside out
I feel outside in
I feel like a snake in the snow.
Tossing and turning
But there's nothing right now to worry about
Thin threads sync up our minds
Yet our hearts will never be sewed together in the line of time
Yes,let it take course
But control is something that I will always lack
Save me, but just know that there is no turning back
Now here I plea, please save someone worth saving
Rather than little old me
Backwards
This world is backwards
Not only them telling me that mental health is a lie
But the fact that their no better than I am
Equally decaying and rotten in the mind
I always feel inferior to my own mental complex
Help, I don't want to boast but
Somedays I feel like always feel like I'm in a contest
For who they need vs the person they want me to be
My smile lines turns to melted wax on a page
They contort until they burn all the paper all the way
Next thing you know the ashes are backwards
Forms a new sheet again in between beautiful twine
Turning these smile lines, forward again.
Now tell me how. How backwards am I?
-L
