MindA Poem by N1c0My mind is shaped with playdough. Childlike. My mind keeps changing shape with every person who enters and leaves it. But as soon as someone has left it out without properly covering it. I became impractical. My mind becomes hard as rocks. With cracks embedded into my surface reaching down to the core. The longer I have been left out the more I begin to crack and crumble. Begging for someone to come by and help to stop me from completely falling apart. But it was all in my own vain. Soon someone comes by in time to see me falling apart, they stare, and stare. They come closer to me, and begin to examine the damage done. Then throw me away. I have finally become completely useless. With one last futile attempt to save myself I yell out once more, hoping, praying someone would hear. © 2023 N1c0 |
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1 Review Added on October 12, 2023 Last Updated on October 12, 2023 Tags: mental health, Written thoughts |