My brain has been
So weird lately
So moldable
and so
young and curious
how much damage
did it have to take
for me to start
thinking about
selling my soul?
There were small
waivable ideas in my brain
but now
they are yet
bigger ideas
unfolding one another
leading me to do
one thing
then another
and another
and another
until someday soon
I'll officially be
someone I NEVER
expected myself to be
And that is what
is happening
right now.
YOU ARE READING
Black Daisies
PoetryThis is my own poetry, for anyone who doesn't feel accepted, anyone hating their life, anyone who's in a dark pit. Poetry understands.
