Like stars, fireworks ripple through the sky, you're that shine that sparkles in my eyes. The dreams of something coming true, yes dear, this show is all for you. Coming down with the light dying, smoke is all I see. With only feeling my heart that still beats. I follow it in every direction, in search of you. Truly, I am lost without it, you. I carry on and dance as I do, putting on an act that seems too good to be true. The shapeshifter, the deceiver, the manipulator I might be, tingles behind my skin that bleeds. I find myself in abyss alone with a mirror, staring back. Is it true what I see? Has it been you all this time, has it been me?
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
