*stops mid lick* are you gonna adopt me or
I’ve chosen the ol’ independence road,
with just my own feet to guide me.
I’ve left a mess behind me,
the kind of mess you can’t just clean up.
And my feet can’t carry me up this rocky climb without falling down,
it doesn’t help that I don’t know where I’m going.
I keep making the wrong decision, choosing the wrong paths,
and my legs have given out under the pressure.
So I shall make my own way,
and bleach out all these stains.
This poem has no flow,
because well, neither do I.
But I will learn to walk again.
This lady is wearing pants with HER OWN FUCKING FACE ON THEM