Good morning

Good morning

A Poem by Flower

Can I really say good morning,
When I wake up with that familiar dread?
It's like my brain is forewarning,
That by the end of the day, I will have bled.

My mind is stuck in a storm,
Whirlwinds of self-created enemies pass,
Yet I'm still expected to conform,
To fake not wanting to cut oneself with glass.

My mind's racing, here comes the lightening,
I'm in a hurricane of insecurities,
This is oh so very frightening,
Due to the fact my mind is full of obscurities.

© 2018 Flower


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Added on October 3, 2018
Last Updated on December 12, 2018

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Flower
Flower

United Kingdom



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