There's a streak of sadness
that lines the backdrop of my facade.
There is much discontent
that lurks sinisterly beneath.
Gone is the confidence
that these legs might see me
through the ribbon at the end.
Instead I’m all strung up,
all hung up
and all choked up
with misplaced guilt and grief.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
There's a streak of sadness
that lines the backdrop of my facade.
There is much discontent
that lurks sinisterly beneath.
Gone is the confidence
that these legs might see me
through the ribbon at the end.
Instead I’m all strung up,
all hung up
and all choked up
with misplaced guilt and grief.
