what am i doing with my life??
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Pipe Cleaners
I used to love pipe cleaners
The ones we all used for crafts at school?
I think I saw myself in them
They were liked, but not the most
Soft and nice and fun, but with a bit of a sharp edge
And so effortlessly manipulated
Speaking of, I really hate how easy it is for you to control my feelings
They belong to me - or at least they should
But here you are, tugging at them like puppets
Playing with them, whether intentional or not
I hate how with one thing you do
My heart collapses in my chest, drowning in air
My hands go colder than your response will ever be
And my mind races on adrenaline, spinning until it dances offstage because even when I'm hurting I continue to perform
And I know the seats are empty
I know the lights are all off and the curtains are closed
So why do I keep acting like I could lose myself in someone else?
Why do I keep bending to another person's will?
YOU ARE READING
Letters To No One
PoetryA poetry/journal book for me so I can get my feelings onto somewhere and not drown in them :D TW: implied suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia, and possibly others (you've been warned) Don't let other opinions alter your reality ;) Published: Jul 28...
