Think-piece from your chapter book,
“I’ve set the tone”
lil do you know.
Trying to tell you—but it backfires.
Backfires on my back.
Burning me.
I felt I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t live.
Couldn’t bear without.
Made me feel I’ll crash out without.
You think you the only one?
Walking through the desert plain
Seeing the ruins of my watered gardens and fruits of labor.
Castrated the confidence from its supporter.
What I thought I knew was a figment of
false optimism and skewed reality morphed
into a delusional fantasy—mimicking as a nightmare.
That scared feeling origins from a scared little girl.
Wanting to fix the continual problems.
Turning cold and slowly shedding
Help…