
it’s tragically habit
For me to shut down.
And show my true savage
And turn everything around.
I’ve never been quiet
Never worried or was shy
Every soul I sighted
I wanted to teach them to fly
But it seems to be failing ,
My innocent side.
My loud, joyful self
Has been put on the shelf.
I wanna unwind
Just write down my rhymes,
I don’t like to risk
Losing anymore secrets
I can’t seem to fix
All of my wrongs, I did that.
But I can make sure I don’t let
Another opportunity pass.
I need to break myself
Of this Terrible Habit.
Need to hop of out my shell
Like a fucking bunny rabbit.
Call me cottontail.
I’m not trying to apologize
Don’t dare
I just really need a human,
To treat me like a true friend.
Lately I’ve been thinking,
I’m really subliminally selfish...
It’s honest, it’s true
It’s ok, I withdrew.
For the beginning of the end,
I would stand beside
A very best friend.
Someone to help me when I’m down,
Help me when when I’m overwhelmed
Not a hand out, just help,
I don’t even crave to be held,
As bad as I crave myself.
Just to mean something, be something.
Never worry about the habitual,
Or what else I consistently forget to do..
I’m just trying not to have it,
Be one more bad seed,
Of a flower that produces brings,
New things and new pains,
Getting ready to go, that curvy, Same tragically habitual route.
I just can’t understand
Why I have such
A hard time,
And why I can’t find
A real human best friend?
About the Creator
Bailey Thornton
I’m a lone mommy of a handsome boy. & a full time advocate for anybody who can admit they need an advocate sometimes.. I don’t call my writings poetry, because it’s honestly just thoughts.
Thoughts that just happen to rhyme sometimes..



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