Am I really who I say I am?
I don't even know,
Is the world really colorful?
I really couldn't tell.
It all looks so pretty,
So beautiful to the naive eye,
But deeper and you see,
What you were really meant to see.
Maybe love doesn't even exist,
Maybe it's all lies,
Like the universe lied about everything else,
Letting me ruin myself at very birth.
When they blocked my sight for so long?
It made me want to live.
But now?
No, I'm not that sure.
Everything is a blur,
I'm not in a dream,
I wasn't ever asleep
Never in a coma.
A bad nightmare,
But I'm wide awake,
Such a joke,
That I can't seem to understand.
Why am I looking for hope in a nightmare?
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
