End The Mess Poem by Iva Didova
End The Mess
Hop on a train
Hope it leads me to somewhere!
Dance in the rain
Slowly getting nowhere.
Come tear me apart...
No, not this time,
this is all an act
why does everything have to rhyme?
My mind
a mess
my heart
a stress.
They howl
to bow down
and live for an imaginary crown.
Today is time to move away from the tangled hobby
that swallowed me!
It's time to regain my integrity!
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