It's hard watching yourself make mistakes
Watching yourself fail
And then you have to pick yourself back up
Which had always been my weak spot
The whole picking yourself up bit
I'm working on finding a happy medium
But I'm starting to learn okay is a relevant term
Let's compare it to the sky
It doesn't mean I'm rainbows and sunshine
But it also doesn't mean I'm a black storm cloud
And for other people both these things are okay
I've found a gray area that's working for me
I am not a clear sky
I am cloudy
I am not storming
I am content
And you take your blue days
And your black days
Because I have grown fine
With keeping mine cloudy
But yet forgiving
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My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.