Turn on the light
And you will see
the room that is my mind
full of calamity.
With hopes,
dreams,
wants and needs
splayed out across the floor.
It's too much to do in a day,
one may say.
But with the mess never seemingly at bay
I find it hard to ever let anyone in.
And just like that — my mind, you win.
So instead I take one last glance at the distance between the floor and it's rickety old door,
And I hit the switch.
And just like that,
the darkness envelopes me
with an air of ease finding a way out of melancholy
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
