Everyone calls me fickle
Everyone knows I like to bend
And twist constantly
It's because I never fit
And so I fit my square peg
In the round hole
But I know it's never right
And so I try again
And everyone mistakes
My fresh start
For a runaway
But I've learned
That your destiny is your own
And no one else's input
Should stop you from that
YOU ARE READING
saving yourself
Poetryjust some of my better thoughts I thought I'd save for bad days.
