Eight in a whole month
Had a goal
But froze up
One a day
But I couldn't
Show up
Disappointed myself
And those I could have touched
But instead
I was selfish
Held my passion
To myself
Something so beautiful
But I couldn't take it off the shelf
Like my mind was an antique
Or something brand new
not meant to be touched
Just look
And try to figure out
Whats underneath
The beautiful plastic wrap
A
Trap
'Cuz once you enter
You'll find a montrosity of hidden pains
Hurt
Writing a story
Blury
To shy and boxed in
To be gory
But ready to be free
And live her glory
So you can know her story,
You see
This is just a rant
So this is all you get
Til next time