Crafted

Ah,
It's so dramatic.
I'm drawing automatic
To the songs that are sung to the tune of traumatic,
But I can show you some magic,
Just give me a minute,
And then another and another
'Til you finally forget it.
I'll forgive it,
But it's been splintered.
I've been foraging for the winter.
The altitudes have shifted and so has my picture
Of perfect anger,
I'm no stranger
To the things all too unappealing.
The thoughts that I've kept would send you down reeling.
Sometimes I don't even know why or how I'm still dealing,
It's so dramatic.
I can't remain static.
There's boxes and dust in the corners of the attic.
They're unopened,
Untouched,
The locks are covered in rust.
There's not a single thing I could say that I think you could trust.
It's so dramatic.
I'm not being problematic,
I'm just trying my damnedest, but honestly I've had it
Up to here and all through here,
The time is close and coming near.
So come here, my dear,
Give up the freedom to your fear.
A little tragic never killed anyone,
...Or so I hear.
It's so dramatic.
I'm going spastic.
These restraints might as well be made of elastic,
Keep coming back to it.
It's so dramatic,
But if you want it so bad,
Then here,
You can have it.

And please,
Hesitate to call when it's too much to manage.