I don't care,
Wanna roll over and say goodnight,
Turn out the lights,
I just might actually have some control,
And it keeps me up,
And drives me crazy,
Never quite close my eyes,
With the lights in my head always on,
Don't you know,
I'll be doing this when I'm one hell older,
Scribbling down with this worn down pen,
Somehow can't wait to get colder,
You know,
I gotta keep composure,
Stand my guard with
the lights always on,
Trust me I'm on edge,
Don't have to push too hard,
To get me to push back.
I do not mean to come off foul,
But for so long,
I've been angry,
And I can't see,
A reflection I don't know is staring back at me,
Can't I find a way to keep my hands busy,
So I feel like I don't know what I'm doing,
Because I know my hands are on the wheel,
But I cannot seem to roll an inch.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
