Mariposa
yellow rain boots that don't falter at the door have become timid black, scared to leave home above my level and progressing insanely quick somehow becomes stagnant and a bit terrified mounds of childlike eagerness and creativity eaten away by the accidents leaving just me somehow momma's beautiful young butterfly started growing up, and became a caterpillar my cocoon fell away leaving brown and gray writing has felt more like complaining as of late and maybe i'd write less if i would try trying more kid's teeth stored away to make room for mine perhaps i should take off these vintage lenses allow myself to see things a bit more clearly but never again can i have back my prismatic wings
To summarise- gifted kid burn out. I used to be such a cool kid, I was smart and so creative and energetic. Then stuff happened, and I feel like a butterfly that became a caterpillar essentially. I hate talking about this feeling too because yeah, I totally would be good at stuff if I practiced and actually tried. Trying is just so hard though, getting out of bed ends up being all I can do some days.