20A Poem by Meghan
I'll slip into who I was
A young heart born raging, too wild to trust Sell my mind short, then let it rust Every ambition I had covered in dust At best I'm a glorified mess A thin defeated beauty in a thrift store dress Men impress without the good sign To give them the charm that worked the third time I lose myself a lot, but I find myself in others I hide inside the passions of my friends and of my lovers When I share their happiness it makes me fall In love And I hold on too tight cause I hate who I was My best friend was a coked out liar Went away to rehab, now she plays with fire She cares too much and she loves to burn You've got to hurt and change or you'll never learn I was never very good at being a daughter I ended everything with my mother and father I think it ruined me a little, it saved me a little more It's history, it's poetry, it's close and open every door. © 2013 MeghanReviews
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