Bug Bite

Negativity is like a bug bite

It itches
So we scratch
Fueling the irritation 
It soon becomes unbearable
We just can’t seem to stop
Common knowledge disapates 
Leaving us alone in a world
Filled with exasperation
Our mind takes the slightest annoyance,
Applys pressure, heat, and fuel
Letting pessimism mould the situation
Into something much worse
Than it really is 

Don’t itch
Find a remedy
Show negativity 
Who's boss
 

Whitney

VT

17 years old

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    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

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    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.