I've never been perfect,
I'm over dramatic,
Too empathetic,
And mostly pathetic,
Overly self destructive,
My shade of blue is conductive,
My words, counterproductive,
My shade of red is obstructive,
I am an ocean of emotions,
Drowning away in my own sins,
Grounded only to explosions,
Heart breaking from the commotion,
Oblivious to the fact I can't win,
Exhausting all the strength I have to swim,
I am a failure by birth,
Never once got the hang of this Earth,
Never convinced anyone of my worth,
Thirty one and a half seasons of dearth,
I was built strong,
But not strong enough,
Made completely wrong,
Can't belong enough,
Susceptible to overthinking,
The holes, to my ship's sinking,
Missing key points within my blinking,
Walls close in, opportunity shrinking,
Words fail me when I need them most,
Insecurity, a pathogen, I am the host,
Abandonment haunted house, I am the ghost,
Worn out letters of apologies, I am the post,
Can't make sense,
They're not in my head,
No offense,
What I meant was not what I said,
I've never been perfect,
But maybe one day I'll be worth it,
I hope one day I'll be worth it,
I think one day I'll be worth it,
I know one day I'll be worth it,
I know one day I'll be worth it,
Maybe not today, but one day, I know I'll be worth it.
-D.O.
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Through Weathered Eyes
PuisiThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
