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Sep 2013
I love myself most
Even if that means
Loving myself
Alone
I lie to myself
I try to make
The wrongs right
And I write to create
A little world of my belonging
Wherein I am King
Boundless and all powerful yet
So weak and so
At the whim of my word and with a
tint of the tone
I could tumble down to
Rumble with Alice because
In reality, I'm mad as a hatter
And I'm still sad as ****
but smothering it in the
Chloroform clarity of faith
A new familiar vantage
So blinding it makes me question
The similarities regarding the mental status
Of myself and the Hatter
I guess we're one
In the same cause you know
All of us are really
Swing dancing and jitterbugging
Just hopefully not twerking
out and in the bounds of sanity
So I guess whats best
Is to mind my own and
Live life as if I were my most
Idolized history book heroine
Take some names and never
No for an answer
Because if all is one
and one is all
Then I only need
myself to be there when
I fall
Samantha
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Samantha
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   Basko and Emily Tyler
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