Boxes
Toxic notions, mixing up potions
Bubble and boil, cauldrons toil.
The words evade me,
They could've made me - by now - but somehow,
I forget what the words were
I forgot I could speak, I became so weak, inside
I was dying, I couldn't stop from crying,
I wanted to run and hide.
Perfection is just a reflection,
An image people perceive to be portraying
A mask to deceive or a mask to achieve?
Striving for success,
Trying your best is the best you can do.
Copyright © Kristina Carvey | Year Posted 2025
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