NaPoWriMo: Day 22

Mess

I’ve tried running from the mess I made.

The mess I made inside my head.

I pretend that it isn’t there,

It doesn’t exist; the mess I made.

I smile, laugh and go outside,

While the mess I made becomes a clutter.

I snap and cry and become someone else,

While the mess I made spills out into the world.

No matter how hard I try I cannot contain it.

I’ve tried running from the mess I made.

The mess I made inside my head.

But the mess I made, is built for marathons.

I can only do a sprint.

-A.L.Tucker

Published by ashleight607

I'm a 23 year old studying writer with Cystic fibrosis. I have two cats and a dog and live in a small town in the Highlands.

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