Kinda, sorta, I don’t know

Don’t feel like making decisions/not today, or tomorrow, or sometime in my future/I don’t know what I’ll have for lunch or dinner/so how can you plan your months/when you don’t take it a day at a time/when things get hectic/how don’t you get overwhelmed/

I kinda, sorta, like the way you make me feel/but I don’t know how I’ll feel about it a minute from now/sometimes decisiveness makes me feel trapped/like a box with the walls closing in around me/sometimes when my heart is racing/I try to calm it down by amping my schedule up/

I kinda, sorta, I don’t know how how to explain it/when I am trying to write a poem/the words come pouring out/when my mind is overwhelmed/when my heart feels full/like it might explode/but some people think that’s just the way I am/always have a filter/and sometimes I won’t let anyone else in/

On one hand I kinda, sorta hope you won’t be mad/but on the other/is it really any of my business/how you may perceive me/I am honest with myself/that’s the person that I choose/over the opinions of others/when others offer advice that doesn’t fit into the box I created/I won’t be trapped much longer/

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