the neat freak
in my head
can't sweep away
the dirt that clutters
every last inch of
my tired mindi'm messy
and i won't change
i hate change
nothing could pry
the safety of my
old, bad habits
from the soul
i am now

YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...