The Bad Place
Right now the Bad Place
Is where I’m at
Thoughts flying through my head
Just like a bat.
For I have been travelling alone
In this world
Leaving my emotions on the
Ground unfurled.
Having to go through things
All by myself
Makes me put feelings towards
People on a shelf.
Pushing away people that
May actually care
Can I let them in? And
Do I dare?
Now some of you may think
That I am crazy
But life for me isn’t always
A rose or a daisy.
Thank goodness I don’t
Come here too often
Because being here for too long
Could be a nail in my coffin.
And even though being in
This place makes me cry
The creative juices really
Do fly.
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