Plate
Sometimes I feel like there’s to much on my plate,
So hard to bare it’s like weights ,
My mind gets overwhelmed by the baggage ,
Worried it might scar me or leave damage ,
It’s like Wright’s pulling me down,
Mixed with tears and frowns ,
My baggage is too much to carry ,
And it’s kinda scary,
I’m scared to not feel perfect inside and out,
I don’t wanna loose control and shout ,
But Im a perfectionist but I can’t do it all,
Cause I fear I’m gonna fall .
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