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12:30 am

it all began at night
when i almost ate
my dinner along with the plate
and said
i'm not hungry, i don't wanna eat
and i'm gonna take a shit
and so i did
in my toilet seat
but this shit's not about that
it's about a fact
that my emotion's come to me
around this time, i can literally see
the colors of that time
when i used to shine
and shit gets heavy on my head
i wish i could just go stoic instead
of feeling those emotions
that i've bottled up, when i use puns
to cover up for my sadness
and to cover up my anger through madness
thirty minute's passed and it just grows
and i begin to want to throw up
all that i've eaten
those overwhelming emotion's beaten
the shit outa my sense
but as i just remain as dense
as a fool as thought fights over
as i duck for cover
i become a sentimental fool
messing up everything that the cool
part of me has set up
i wish i'd just stop
being controlled by my emotions to this extent
but being an empath is a god sent
gift to me...
(actually the title of the poem should be 8:30 pm since it's the time when it all starts)
-yakaa: jujaa:


Comments

Beep-ish said…
The hell did I just read?😂😂👌
yakaa: jujaa said…
well with criss on leave, i have noone to control my emotions so that's been my day for past couple of days

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