“If life’s like a box of chocolates? Why is it I’m the bounty!” Maltesters, gone Good ones gone. Not me I’m a bounty *break* Like a bounty, I’m waiting to die, waiting round, then th weird one arrives, reaching in only to find, me, bounty, bitter and shite. Picks me up, puts me inside, zesty. Metaphor for waiting to die. Now don’t get me wrong, I ain’t suicidal…I’m just weird quirky, overthinking…mindful. Can’t explain my thoughts…in my skull. Put on a show, happy faces. Mindful recital, betraying myself, Jesus, disciple. I pick up,remember who I try for! My people, my heart, I’d die for. Protect you, do time for, mad cheesy this is awful. Winter wind, summer breeze, one day good, next day freeze. Irrelevant when it’s only four walls, he see’s. Now self control, mentally I’m 12 years old, doing what I want, not as I’m told. Hair receding, I’d look Ill bald, anyway. Do as a please, do as we wanted, We? Inside the crumbles, remains, the damage this war did, fighting your demons, feels double edge sworded, never ending battle, never rewarded. So much to do yet I get seem to sort it, my self control zero, I was never taught it, you never really broke till you really know what nought is, that got deep, fast paced, same way my thoughts is. “Is?” Okay….was. Good god “That my child is blasphemy” Blasphemy… blasphemy, I’ll show you blasphemy. Can’t explain how I feel, when everyone’s asking me, I don’t want to be a burden, so super dooper jimmy masking me. Fighting him off, is a task for me, I love myself, yet I’m a twat to me, I want to be normal, I vent. It sets me free To a place where, together my voices, in harmony, no thoughts of harming me, smooth with words ,the new charming me, shared it round, look, listen are you proud of me, there my emotions, out loud for me, But life’s like a box of chocolates and I’m the bounty.
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