You compose an image of what life should look like only to find dissapiontment.
To hear words that people never meant.
To wonder what life would be like if "that thing" didn't happen to you.
To regret all the chances you blew.
You look in the mirror and ask "who am I?"
"Why do I even try?"
While you try to hide.
Hide the fact that weather you showed it that you did indeed cry.
Why can't I be who I think I should?
I would if I could.
Well that's because that's not what your supposed to do.
Stop living somebody else's life and live yours.. No regrets... just you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoesíaThis will be a compilation of poetry put together. Kind of like a poetry book. I will have my new poetry and maybe some of my friends but I don't take credit for others work so if a poem isn't mine you will know.
