A bathtub. You look at it with ease. It's cracked, but it seems to be of use. You jump right in, and you turn the faucet on and the water flows freely. It's comforting, until you notice water seeping through the cracks mentioned from before. You worry and cry, not knowing what to do. You start to break down because the bath was too full and now you have to clean up your mess. You caused this action, it's all your fault. You try to clean it up, but spots are left over. You don't know how to fix this easily, as you procrastinate and leave it behind. Running away from this thing that you caused- what'll that do? Carry you along? Harmonies roar in the room where you sob. You act as a victim, but it's obvious you aren't one. You're the opposite of thus you think, and everyone knows what you are. A selfish person who makes messes of actions and leaves them behind for others. Selfish, you are, and for what? It doesn't gain you any points in this game, but you continuously do it anyways. Fill your tubs up again and again because one day you won't be able to leave a mess behind. Take action for your mishaps, for you are better and I know. Don't let a bathtub incident ruin who you are.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
