Fits

I used to throw fits

Fling my hands in the air

My voice would rattle my lungs

And would throb my head

It felt good to be that true to myself

I’ve been silent for years

I’m still trying to figure out where I got lost along the way

There were so many turns in the road

I’m grown now

I have a place of my own

I think it’s time to feel the fits again

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