frustrated by my favourite
irritated by things I found joy
driven away by things I found joy not
crafted in rough paper each day

I feel lost
I feel alone even when I’m loved
feeling unwanted in my dearest family
living homeless in a house I built

mood stolen by my did
regret in my tight basket
oceans draw pattern on my ugly face
skin pilled, no more feelings

the consequences of bad
bigger far beyond my good
days can’t be rewind
broken calabash can’t be amend

stop…but I couldn’t listen
stop…but I was lost because I wanted to satisfy my interest
stop…but I was blind to the right
stop…but I think I’m smart

I hope the good days can be restored
I wish I could go to yesterday
to fix the shit of yesterday
I just want my mood restored
© Plucky