The Way They Say it…

Just because an idea doesn’t hit me just right

Doesn’t mean it’s poison,

Perhaps it was a rocky translation

Of my value language,

Or a lyric I misheard

That, if I knew what it originally was,

Would give me an entirely new meaning

From a song of ignorance, to one of depth

A sentence I hear someone say,

Before they finish.

And I let out the dogs, the guards gathered to remove something

I didn’t want to face.

The demon is mine and it bites at anyone who will not feed it

You can hand me a million tools, but I can’t save myself unless I pick them up.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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