insecurity chases me down this dark tunnel, shadows of my past smile, inviting in every corner.
my minds been running before I was ever being lurked on,
overthinking, I know I've made some mistakes but I didn't progress wrong.
Seeing a sliver of light like the moon meaning I got something to look up on.
not the type to let my past define,
so it's kinda funny how my future has the timeline engraved between the lines.
i won't use my experiences to look for pity or rewards,
don't need y'all to know I'm strong when I've carried my weight for this long,
i write these words to the beat of a boogie song, looking for the perfect melody but nothing sounds right in my head
just like these thoughts in my bed, blankets of curiosity paint me rose colored glasses, daydreaming for a future, eating up them college classes.
but those shadows tend to catch up to me, i can't ever please the masses.
Running to the light at the end of the tunnel, but it seems farther with every step, cant look back is it my fears or the allegory?
I am the light in this cave, reflecting I can only please myself in this story.
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
