Whirling, Spinning, Turning.
Never quite sure where I will land,
Or who I will be, when I get there.
Upside down, inside out?
One moment I'm sure;
The next, I'm not convinced.
My morals, my ideals, say one thing.
But my actions and my words, they say another.
Which part am I?
Which part is me?
Whirling, Spinning, Turning.
Upside out, Inside down?
Morals. Actions.
Ideals, words.
Me?
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wow. I love this because I think it is incredibly relatable, I feel like you took my thoughts and made them into a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteAww you are so cute. Thank you. :) <3
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