Muddled mischievous mistakes.
I make them regularly.
They slip out when I'm not looking,
run into a conversation, Raccoons in my mental garbage.
Often they start innocently enough,
a point to be well-made,
an idea or comment to be shared,
but then they turn, damned cacophonies of confrontation, damned too for their source.
I watch, floating above the situation
as myself betrays me
I cringe at his naivety,
this outspoken, opinionated, oh here he goes again man.
Does everyone feel this way?
Others steer a straighter path,
I drift, lost in an ocean of anxiety.
These muddled mischievous mistakes.
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Beautiful 💗
Thanks
Great post, very relatable. And you use humour to express frustration, refreshing change from all the anger around.
Not always the case.....I get angry too often I suspect. You're right though, we all need to relax a ltille.
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