Britney
Light head on a heavy
I am behind
This week (this weak) has stretched and pummeled my levee
I am behind.
One step up, four back, I still stand
One forward, one more, and back
I am my fear
A charge imposed and collected
“The mind is a terrible thing to waste” loop turns to real
One day I will not be 17 and I will die
One day I will be in college and I will not be 17 and I will be afraid of something
One day I will be inside and I will wonder why I ever did it
Thrice makes prayer. ♦