So much green tea

Leaves a mark

On the old oak tree
In the courtyard

Intuition is rooted within the heart &
I took it for granted.
Handed them tools to take it a part,
And made use of the damage.
Getting too attached
To the ******* they keep on handing me
Ask them to stick around but the glue stick
I had keeps vanishing.
Planet I'm standing in
don't give two ***** about my sanity,
Used to getting abandoned cause
you just misunderstanding me.

People pleasing is over, I'm not listening.
Started to find myself -
Saw the envy from long distances.
I've got differences.
So,
Put me into a box
Where
There's no freedom of thought.
Still they'd call me a waste of space,
Cause I'm probably not fitting in.

I admit it I wallow,
cause its harder to stand straight,
tried to run from the problems
but it's causing me back pain.
Depression sits on my shoulder
exposing a sad face.
I tried, writing it out
but anxiety can't wait.
My two lips create the blueprints
The music is handmade.
Intending a happy ending -
Then losing the last page.
and maybe  the vision too,
like I'm using some black paint..
****,
My critics are so reclusive
they moved in my **** brain  🧠

Opportunities knocking..
I'm knocking objects over
People awkwardly watching me
Get up off the floor
The clock is ticking,
I missed a shift-
like a broken keyboard,
I got a problem &
Consequence is the only teacher.