I'm in a sloppy mess.
Can't confess
But it has me stressed
I could say this
Lovely summer is being missed
All around hard knocks sound
Like a clown with a frown
Like it's a sin to grin
Right now glee is foreign
Like the first person born
But it's apparently unnecessary
Like throwing innocence in solitary
Seeking opportunity
Like a trader with mutiny
What to do I don't know
Like Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams so dark the days of late
Wandering aimlessly with 0 fate
An island paradise
I long for a slice
To close I pose
To blend with all of those
Like an owl does a mouse
Seeking a cause to espouse
From up I gaze
Down, but they say it's just a phase
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