This is a freestyle poem. No rhythm or rhyme. For Leafpool… sowwy its bad I wrote it in like 5 seconds
I can't keep on like this
Everything is falling
I'm stuck in a disaster
On a level I can't comprehend
I'm scared to blink
I can barley think
In this mess of bad blood
A mistake I've made
Yet it may have been for the better
Or the worse
I can't be sure
About you
Or me
Or anyone
But I have to go
Move on
Though I waver
On my past
But its done!