Odd Poetry

I took a figurative chill pill today. I feel more relaxed than I did yesterday because I’m practicing mind over matter. I am better than the life I live and the person I pretend to be. I tried a crazy style for a poem yesterday because I like to funnel my anger in to a creative outlet.

Lit

I’m lit and about to blaze…

A trail.

You set me up and I fell…

A trap.

You played and I listened…

A tune.

You spoke and I gave in…

A trick.

You led and I followed…

A tone.

You were perfect on paper…

A type.

But you're gone and I’m angry…

A truth.