The whirpool and her sister
my life is like like charybdis
my head is spinning, can't take this
I breathe in, everything all at once
I belche it out and feel like a dunce
if only i had someone to come
and pick out every crumb
that bothers my life
and helps me with every strife
I make waves when I speak
but they come back and make everything bleak
but my sister is right beside me
picking off the bad ones, now that's the key
together, we are a force unstoppable
but I will always have a bubble that's poppable
This poem is about:
Me
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