My large inflated balloon
I was unaware of the ignorance I laid on it
When I compared it to others
Subconsciously, I thought I was better
Constantly, my balloon takes a hit
And it deflates,
As the time passes, it takes more hits
And flies with the string still so tightly
Wrapped around my neck
The flimsy material leaving me
Breathless
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
