life is a deck of cards, and i am always drawn the short hand
someone else holds my future in the palm of their shaking hands
for i am not good enough to be in control of my own destiny
the fates are never in my favor, for the devils cries are in my mind, demanding who i should be
i live life in a constant state of discombobulation, my mind jumbled and disorganized
because
i cannot hear anything over their cries, their pleasant killing laughter, and their stabs of almighty righteousness
life is an indecipherable puzzle where my body parts are pieces and my rotting mind rolls the dice
all i need to do is
take a chance
take a chance
take a chance
but i am so so helpless.
and oh, how the gods are displeased with me!
they scream, and weep,
why couldn't she be better?
pleading, i beg them to forgive me. i am weak, i am powerless, i am mortal; i pray to them.
but their pleasant (poisonous), angelic, demonic voices repeat once more
why couldn't she be better?
oh, why couldn't i be better?
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hey guys! sorry it's been a while
school has been an absolute asshat to me lately and with that, i apologize that this is not a great poem; i wrote it like half asleep and after having a not so great day!
i also #wrotethisliketwomonthsago and now im too lazy to post anything that im writing now, which is slim to nothing but i wanted posting validation
but thank u for reading it anyways i love and appreciate anyone who reads anything of mine <333
