Some parts of me
Grow like a bush
But like every bush
In order to look good
Those parts need trimming
Because
I can't forever be
An overgrown hedge.
I feel unfulfilled
Like something isn't completed
But that may very well be
Because of the branches
That grow out of me
That need to be trimmed
Because
I can't afford to be
An overgrown hedge.
I see certain changes
I feel growth in places
They're starting to show
But I can't let them show
So I cut while they're young
Because
I just cannot be
An overgrown hedge.
There are parts of me
That grow out of place
That take on new shapes
And ruin my faces
So I'll cut them off
Because
I don't want to be
An overgrown hedge.
I can change on the inside
But I have face to save
I don't allow myself some things
In order to survive
At least I'm alive
Because
I'm not allowed to be
An overgrown hedge.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
