By: shelbi henny

Tactical with the influence

To break at any point

Holding weights to balance

The significance of

Transforming my title

And conformity

To pretty little fears

That taunt me in strange

Hours

That peak at the darkest

And lightest hours

Calculating transgressions

I’ve surpassed and buried

Equipping my space and

Leaving me morbed

Trash being defined

As translucent and normal

Agreeing to only confided

And follow the pleasure

Of survival

Following both of what

I need and want

Greedily scaling the answer

Just healing the only

Reluctance of being okay