I have a mould to fit,
I have guidelines to listen to,
So, why won't I follow along?
Blend in,
No one will mess with you,
Be the wallflower,
Everything will be fine.
Your life won't be exciting,
But at least you'll be,
Just barely fine,
At the end.
Why should I,
Blend in,
Only be the wallflower?
Yeah, I won't be attacked,
For the most part,
But I will live in a boring abyss.
So, I'll stick with coming out,
Just barely fine and alive,
Even just barely breathing,
At the end.
I have a mould to fit,
I have guidelines to listen to,
So, why won't I follow along?
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
