03/06/2017
Mind of a troubled teenager
These healthy wounds
Dare me to try
let me put myself at risk of failure
So immature
I place my past on replay
Maybe it's the love of a mother
I so desperately crave
that motherly touch that can wipe away these dry tears ,
Seal the gaps of my blistered heart
And heal the not so healthy wound from the past.
These transparent walls kinda secure the doors to my insecurities
that faint confidence
and wary smile
feels like I'm looking through a broken mirror
a false reflection of myself
that lives me bare naked and vulnerable
Maybe it's the typical the love that I so seek
the type that will undress my soul
and address my heart
seduce my fears
Than put my desires at ease,
my sufferings at rest
and my mind at chaotic peace.
I feel, success is just a destination the problem is the direction
but how? when I'm still swimming in these dead solutions.
These books make me drown,
sinks me in this paddle of ink,
miss calculated angles and words spelt all wrong.
Than again my mind dreams of it ,
my heart yawns for it
and my future depends on it!!!
*education *
