it's been perfect recently
nothing to talk about
probably because i avoid the drama of others
and i may have small bits of drama of my own
but i atleast allow such to be important for me to pursue it
i don't have any enemies
i don't have anything concerning me
i don't have any problems
im here and im no longer too tired
i would be missed if i was gone
my will is in my lap
and my bed may not be done
but it doesn't make me a worse person.
ive gotten through thick and thin
many "she"s have stood in my path of spite
the lines had been drawn around me
perdendicular in a cross
spelling out what was expected of me
but i step
tiptoe
the lines
and im okay now.
im here, my life is okay
i can't say i love or hated you
but what now?
nothing now is what
i live happily, hopefully
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
