I'm the loudest in the quiet
I'm the forgotten in the masses
The other color, the other shape
The thing you don't see until you step back
But I'll always be here in the dark
With my shadow and I
Shivering in the heat, sweating in the cold
Dancing in the rain and crying in the sun
I bleed the lives of others
I breathe your sighs of relief and regret
I'll show you the secrets that I keep
But the first step is looking in the mirror
For I am nothing if not a reflection
Of what I see, of what I hear, of what I be
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
