Writing

Wow, December again so soon?

the year,

just days i crossed off on the calender,

time elapsed too fast for my slow pace,

i sprint to catch up, 

yet i am left behind,

crying,

screaming,

is anyone still here with me? 

i could fit in any boot

now i fill soles like thick snow

how lovely it is!

i am as soft as the love that surrounds me

i am as soft as the ground

i'm softer than i was before

slowing and staring

The outlook you have is the reflection you will see.

We live in a world we will never satisfy;

bending and breaking til the day we die;

just to seem worthy in societies eyes.

Disclaimer:
I am not a pretentious fool.
I know my worth.
I am not going to write about
How the spirit of the people who built this country
Sways with the wind in our flag!!!!11!!!!1!!