Your remarks are etched
in the tapestry of my mind,
inscribed with ink
that refuses to fade.They linger like shadows
in the corners of my thoughts,
a constant presence,
both haunting and familiar.I wrestle with the weight of their significance,
trying to unravel their meaning,
seeking solace in understanding.Yet they persist,
woven into the fabric of my being,
A part of me that I cannot easily discard.
YOU ARE READING
MALADAPTIVE ✓
PoetryMALADAPTIVE /ˌmaləˈdaptɪv/ not adjusting adequately or appropriately to the environment or situation.