Manic Promises
Being in a crisis isn’t what hurts.
Once the crisis recedes-
The mistakes I forgot in the process will wash up.
I realize that I am only creating promises that everyone sees as burdens.
I make the kind of sacrifices that everyone else only imagines they could make-
For no reason except to prove that I am the chosen one.
All I have done is scare people-
Because I allow passion to become chaos.
Trying to throw this world off balance.
As if that alone is enough-
But this world teeters on quiet destruction.
That a person like me is only meant to observe.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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