Time to Make Up.

For years I was mean,

Isolated, and pushy.

Pushy-away-y, that is.

I didn’t have the patience

For people.

The best people

Could pull the best of me forward.

For a short time,

Like a spring-loaded Pez dispenser.


But not pleasant to most.

And a few years later,

I am needed,

My social IOU,

Came due

This pez dispenser

Has been refilled

With sweet-tarts.

The spring is beautifully broken,

And never recoils anymore.


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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