Seeping in again, Can I wash it out? These same old feelings Are coming out to play.
Maybe I should let this settle me, After all it’s been a while, Shouldn’t it be nice to know it still exists, That I am capable of still feeling like this?
Fearful, nervous, agitated There is no reason, it’s just me. The only change of plans is that I now don’t have to force it, I don’t have to go outside, It usually gets worse when I have to do the opposite, So this should make me feel relief, Instead I am still wired.
I don’t know why I’m even posting this because it’s a load of ******* but this is a form of backing my poems up, instead of writing them down, which is quicker. Not that this deserves not to disappear.