A/N - Breaks in the poem's flow for the last two stanzas are intentional. Enjoy!
My "oh, maybe" is not a yes,
You cannot make me like rest,
Decisions are monsters,
I'm not the model daughter-
So don't expect me to be the girl
That everyone like me ends up to be.
But you haven't tried it, you can't say
To stay away from what's next today,
So sign this contract,
And time will tell if you can retract.
Have you ever been cursed by a lackluster state of being, that takes and takes and takes and
No one can stop it from affecting what you do?
The dreaded type where one can't tell what is done by their own hand,
Alas, in the end, the only remaining feeling is regret; a mourning rue.
Yet have you experienced victory, the floating kind that gives and gives and gives and
Blesses you, deems you remembered because you simply dared--
To reach beyond what you knew, to finally understand?
Will you realize that the ones that gave you this contract have only, sincethebeginning, cared?