Poetry For Everyday People
Chasing Blue Butterflies In The Dark
I lie awake
staring at memories,
thoughts,
rational,
irrational,
thinking beneath
my eyes,
too many thoughts
I don't want,
I tell myself
be cool baby,
you're not
going crazy,
you're just
too freaking
sensitive,
but that bothers me,
I'm a tough guy,
I can't be
having panic attacks,
I've let stress and
expectations of people
get under my skin,
my mind,
we build these elaborate
psychological forests
that we eventually
get lost in,
and getting out isn't
quiet as easy as
getting in,
so I'm digging,
navigating, lighting
candles, reading,
praying,
trying to get passed it,
content seems far off
but I intend to get there,
there's enough hell
out there,
I don't needed it
in me too.
staring at memories,
thoughts,
rational,
irrational,
thinking beneath
my eyes,
too many thoughts
I don't want,
I tell myself
be cool baby,
you're not
going crazy,
you're just
too freaking
sensitive,
but that bothers me,
I'm a tough guy,
I can't be
having panic attacks,
I've let stress and
expectations of people
get under my skin,
my mind,
we build these elaborate
psychological forests
that we eventually
get lost in,
and getting out isn't
quiet as easy as
getting in,
so I'm digging,
navigating, lighting
candles, reading,
praying,
trying to get passed it,
content seems far off
but I intend to get there,
there's enough hell
out there,
I don't needed it
in me too.
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Chasing Blue Butterflies In The Dark
Chasing Blue Butterflies In The Dark
