For those who know me, I know that I'm not exactly the most peaceful
Chaos is my go-to when i'm feeling fearful
Fearful of what though? That's what I wanna know too
I'm stuck on the borderline of myself
Putting whatever's left on the very top shelf
It's what I do but not what I want
Sometimes, I enjoy having the peace, other times, chaos is all that's left to be
I know that it started many moons ago
When I didn't know why I had to go
Made to move somewhere new
A thrilling experience, that left me feeling empty too
My "friends" before I don't know now
The same thing happens in a cycle of rest
I have the sympathy for myself but how?
Composure, concord, contentment and peace
Then comes the culling of my nest
The destruction of my crest
It's a test of my will, to bring my best down to the floor.
No one could've guessed, but a jest is a guise for being stressed.
I messed up a while back
My fault for calling it again
A whim to the introverts, and a sigh for the extroverts
I've been called a nerd, a flirt, someone that's manufactured, a person that's overpowered
My name's been rubbed in the dirt, a confidence people would've figured as shattered.
But I'm in my own comfort
Look forward with effort
Watch the next bird fly away with the tornado
Become inspired as I've discovered
Life's just one big chaotic messed up potato
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Vividness
诗歌Characterisation of being strikingly bright or intense. Interpret as you please. This is my way of eventually taking all the weight that's on my shoulders and pile-drive it 6ft deep. Let bygones and the past stay dead, to the future I look ahead!
