Rant 9

Eight in a whole month

Had a goal

But froze up

One a day

But I couldn't

Show up

Disappointed myself

And those I could have touched

But instead

I was selfish

Held my passion

To myself

Something so beautiful

But I couldn't take it off the shelf

Like my mind was an antique

Or something brand new

not meant to be touched

Just look

And try to figure out

Whats underneath

The beautiful plastic wrap

A

Trap

'Cuz  once you enter

You'll find a montrosity of hidden pains

Hurt

Writing a story

Blury

To shy and boxed in

To be gory

But ready to be free

And live her glory

So you can know her story,

You see

This is just a rant

So this is all you get

Til next time