she will be forever the missing piece
of her own book, trying to please,
a forever unfinished
for she finds love in other people's peace.
she will be forever the great one,
a lover of fake promises, really a fan,
she who refuses to be called the best one
and chose to be called great together by a man.
why can't she be the better someone?
not the best, nor the great
but she who idolizes herself having no one,
and chooses to save her own, stopping to run.
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...
