Everything seems perfect.
Just in the right place.
Right where I want it.
Perfect.

But then a storm blazes through,
And knocks down my tower.
Blows a way the paper plans,
Making my heart wither like a flower.

"Now everything is ruined."
I think while tears go down my face,
Brewed from disappointment
And a little selfhate.
There seems to be no solution,
Absolutely no way out.

No matter what I do......
Nothing seems to fix it..........
This is the millionth time
Its happened.
But each time I won't go down
Without a fight.
Even a polite one.

A/N

Alright. Now I don't know how many people I have ACTUALLY reading this book. Look one comment is all I'm asking though. One vote, SOMETHING to give me the teeniest bit indication that y'all actually EXIST.

     Now this poem was born from a situation that literally just happened 5 mins ago. So I am on Wattpad, at 6:00 am, on a Monday, to write this. At least it helped me stem my disappointed tears a bit..............thx for reading. bloodymadhatter