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I pushed a door that said pull.
The glass was half empty, but I saw it half full.
Made some bad judgements out of insecurity.
Or maybe I was just too young and blind too see.

I have a feeling there is something wrong inside my mind.
I am not to blame is what you remind.
Then why am I still facing consequences?
Am I trapped within my self-built fences?
Do I chase after or do I let it be?
Is there anything in this world that really belongs to me?

How am I alone with all these people all around?
If you read this, do I make a sound?
I am vague in saying what I'm wanting.
Because I know it will come back haunting.

Nothing makes sense, I could erase everything right now.
But this is a cry from my heart, someone please show me how!

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