arctic violet
In my mind
Are two wolves
One says the right
And one says the wrong
And I fall into bliss of not caring
The struggle is real
Like fantasy I just waste time
On my kingly throne
I care not for the peasants
Or even my own health
I only live for the now
"Where all is at"
Don't fret for me, I'm not a masochist you see
I just know where to draw the line
I could be a martyr for all I know
'I'm one of a kind'
This is just a poem, a cleanly written slate
I blame others for my mistakes
I hurt on the inside; this is true
But that matters not in primordial goo
So salutations as I have grown old
I wish of wishes that might be old
Peace out girlscout I make the best of it
I hurt so much from what I don't get
karmic turret