Left my head in a cotton wool cloud,
Drizzle bathes my hair,
A halo of warmth exuded,
Sensibility is too elusive,
Thoughts and indecision bind my head, blinding my eyes,
Pink ribbons strap my heart to my sleeve,
Not mad, not really mental,
Sentiment got me,
I can't fight anymore,
Put my banners down,
Folded them up and stashed them away,
Don't want my pasted frailty revealed,
I hide under toadstools,
To avoid my own toxicity,
A ***** mess of misted glasses,
Can't see the wood for the trees,
The trees have more insight than me,
The grass whispers to my heart,
Telling me I'm gonna be alright,
I'm not sure, I don't feel right!
I wish I did, lost between here and there,
Lost, maybe I'm not anywhere,
I really don't care!
Poetry is my outlet, my way of escape,
Crushed, squashed like a superficial grape!
Livvi Kent June 2013