I guess I never realized this fear I have,
Until recently
A grandparent of mine was filling my head with worry
I'll be an adult in less than a week.
I'll be on my own
I won't be able to ask for help any more
I'll be living without the eyes of a vulture ,
The same vulture that calls me careless and a wench in the same sentence
But then again maybe I'm glad that I'd be away
But I'm scared to be on my own
I'm afraid I'll do something,
I'll regret concerning major decisions
I'm so conflicted
I just want to curl into a ball most nights
I can't makeup my mind
I'll cry myself to sleep over this
YOU ARE READING
Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.