take me to the infirmary,
I've been chasing you through my mind so long I need a gernie,
overcome my mind and I feel like I'm losin it, call it a burglary,
Glued to my bed but I'm reaching for a higher mindset, somewhere on Mercury.
maybe one day I'll find,
Myself,
And the stars will align,
Themselves,
To end this self hatred and malign,
Stuck in my bad habits, dismorphia is my nicotine, pick apart my skin until I'm only bones is my daily routine, Now I got negativity all around me with the looting, With Miss Rona putting us in quarantine, like a time out for adults with toddler mindsets, this earth needs a reset.
Wearing masks won't flatten the curve of the biggest plague of hate and racism we are seeing, trying to make a change but it's fucking up my well being, I know I am negative but positivity was always seen, now I'm at a rock and a hard place stuck in between. How can you be happy when the world is sick? How can you be hopeful when we're on this tick (ing time bomb)?
Maybe the media can find a clear vision,
I give self love advice so maybe I can listen,
one day I promise you I'll have the confidence and precision,
to not only love myself but make it my mission to change the world.
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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...
