my head is spinning,
around like a turntable.
all because of this weight
you have placed on my shoulders.
this weight i cannot carry,
for i am too young.
you think i don't know,
that i don't understand.
but i know too much.
my head spins,
i know too much.
i want to stop the pirouettes
my mind is dancing.
lift the weight,
please take it back.
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restless: a poetry collection
Poetrythe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
