Expectations
sown into our minds,
causing us to shed our skin -
but I still have the bones
of what I used to be
deep within.
thoughts aren't tangible or touchable, they're ours and ours alone. Maybe it is all in our head.
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
