People say it's nothing.
But my heart says it's not.
But though my lips conclude something else and they agree with their thought.
People say I'm overthinking,
But my heart knows it's not.
But though my head nods along with them, so my opinion doesn't get caught.
People say I'm being ridiculous,
But my heart knows I'm not.
Because I suffer the struggle alone. I remember the fights I fought.
How can people conclude,
When they didn't step in my shoes.
How can they force me to be the
Ideal society muse.
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Monster.in.me (Every Feeling In Me. #1)
Poetry*POETRY BOOK* MONSTER IN ME. All the evil I see was Hidden in me. ******** *PLOT* Monster in me is not a person buried in you. But it's ourself. It's us. It's me. It's you. We see something. We feel something. And I just write that feelings in p...
