Y.A.N.A Poem of the Day #8

Y.A.N.A
Poem of the Day #8

It Was Me I Was Facing
By Taylor

Something is strange, it started low key
What is happening inside of me?
I could be living in famity, yet treated like royalty
What is that, inside of me?
Would I be wrong to turn the tables?
And betray the ones I love for my own benefit?
Maybe that would explain the reason I was
boiling before
But now I’m smoking
The feeling is familiar
How could I apply the brakes of life?
If I stopped would the rattling stop sooner?
Please tell me it will stop sooner
My bones are brittle and now I’m broke
But there’s something beginning to change
My bones are balming
And now I feel comfort
The skin begins to repair
I stop pulling at my hair
I can open my eyes again
I can see what’s in front of me
It was me, I was facing all along
It’s beautiful