What do I even say.
Here I am!
Do I take a bow and laugh it off like a madman, or leave.
It gets to much sometimes you know.
Hearing all of everyone words, dealing with there emotions.
There laugher, there rants.
Maybe I'll just float somewhere. Where he'll be, if he's ready. A hot air balloon?Maybe.
I am an idiot air head after all.
Humans. *smirks*
Sneaky you all are. Thinking I'm easy broken, then again we all are dont you think.
Roaming around thinking
"Oh who am I?"
"What could I do to be loved more?"
Times almost up
YOU ARE READING
Damaged
PoetryJust a series of poems that I write when I'm down or when I want to write inspirational poems
