[Cold Feet] - Whimsicawl

[Whimsicawl]

 

 

Cold Feet

 

My body doesn't like me

Doesn't like what it'd never see.

It wasn't about self esteem

But what I couldn't be.

 

Its always hit me,

Conformity.

I knew a 'Me'

Who I wanted to be.

 

Never meek,

And would often speak.

Not so weak,

So my eyes won't leak.

 

But this me weeps,

Grey skin hides my squeaks

Holes so small - how do I peep?

Onesies; this one made for me.

 

I let it squeeze.

I let it squeeze me.

And I rest when it tells me,

this made life easy.

 

Is society always this chilly?

Or is it just me

 

And my own Cold Feet?

 

 

 

Reminder for Whim's Eyes Only:

You've always been reluctant to indulge in poem writing. Especially when you should be honing practical skills and beliefs for university. You're so pathetic... ha. This is where you shall keep your guilt and your ego. Enjoy.

 

 

[jo_suzaku]

Interesting poem

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