Messy mind

I want to be the kind of girl,

that people write poetry

about over a desk at 3am.

Because they can't sleep

until they figure out how to

describe the way my mind

works.

But there is nothing

magnificent to say about it.

I am stuck between two sides,

call me Evergreen

My mind has way too many

thoughts,

and messy morals.

No wonder when you see me,

All you do is stutter.

Antal Hajnalka Bella XII.H