Safe and sound (My poetry)

Famous

I always wanted to be famous.

The love, the riches, the coolness, the privileges.

I turned a blind eye to all the bad.

The hate, the shame, the boundaries.

That's what I do with most things.

I take all the good, sweeping the rest under the rug.

I pretend it's not there.

Thinking and hoping that when I check, it won't be.

The fatal flaws I have, I want to change.

But when it takes effort, I don't complete it.

I always get distracted.

And when I do, it just creates more.

More dirt under the rug.

As the pile gets higher and higher.

It gets harder and harder to hide.

I have to come clean.

Fatal flaw #2: Procrastination

I push the problem away.

Further and further, until I can't anymore.

As the story goes, the rug never gets cleaned.

Soon it's too hard to scrub.

Too tall to reach.

All the little fixable problems.

Too big of a problem to fix.

I always wanted to be famous.

The love, the riches, the coolness, the privileges.

I turned a blind eye to all the bad.

The hate, the shame, the boundaries.

That's what I do with most things.

I take all the good, sweeping the rest under the rug.

I pretend it's not there.

Thinking and hoping that when I check, it won't be.

There is not only good and bad,

Black and white,

Tall and short,

Big and small, light and dark.

There are the little things you look for.

That save you

From yourself.

I always wanted to be famous.

The love, the riches, the coolness, the privileges.

I turned a blind eye to all the bad.

Now I know.