don't you see?
i'm a mess
i'm a bunch
of broken pieces
that haven't been glued
together yet
i'm a puzzle
that's unsolvable
i'm that stressful
math equation
that causes you sweating
in class
i am a mess
like yarn
i am tied together
tangled
and have yet to be unraveled
i am waiting
for someone
to unravel me
use me as
the red lines
to help pinpoint
a mystery
to help find that
ancient artifact
to answer the question
of "who done it?"
i am this
thin piece of string
waiting to be put
through a needle
to be bunched with
as i am turned into a
badge
that could be a badge of honor
that could be on a backpack
that could be on your uniform
i could be the
thread in your crest
that you have your pride in
if i wasn't so hard to use
if i didn't rip easily
you see
i am a mess
trying to follow
these lines to a tee
and i lose more
parts of myself
when i am free
i am a mess
that needs to be "deemed" worthy
but who would do that for me?
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
