I'm a sheep in wolf's clothing; a bucket of self-loathing; the door to my dreams closing.
I'm quite a boring story, no fame and little glory, a fleeting moonlight aurae.
You could call me forsaken; potential unawakened; my chance was never taken.
Don't take the same route I went, living a life of regret, you can still save yourself yet.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoesíaSome kids keep diaries. I don't; I have this book. Everything I write in here is a personal memoir of my life. This should give you a glimpse inside my soul from the second you start reading. This is one of the many manifestations of my life story.
