It's like yesterday, I remember,
Was playing around, carefree,
Not caring bout sick society, being edgy;
This distressing cruel world did,
No more that sunshine girl,
Real me forgotten long ago;
Only wish's to be left alone,
Can't muse sharing worries;
That friendly one, the present.
The cold me, I hate the most;
Author's Notes/Comments:
This poem is about my life.. its my secret my life and the ways i changed.
I Love Me
Even the crazed, inconsistent, wrong, jubilant, pensive, confused, intelligent, odious, critical, fine, smiling ME.
.
Me
.
Balance is the need
for the hour of considering
me. Time is the
fulcrum for measuring
the strengths and
the resistences
of me. Take a scale
put me on one side
put life on the other side
and wait for it. Yes.
Balance.
.
Stella Crews
11-16-16
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