I am in forest, deep in the thick forest with lots of animals around.
The forest I don't want to be in, but can't get out.
The forest of lies, I created and now they are eating me alive, in and out.
They asked, "Where are you?"
I said, "I am in the bushes with beautiful flowers and butterflies. Full of colors. Full of joy."
But I am in the thick forest, no light, no joy, only cruel animals and wild flowers ready to kill me.
But all of these are my creations, My lies.
But I still say, "I am in the bushes."
Another Lie.
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Winter Girl's Poetry
PoetryRandom poems and articles I wrote about being a human in the present society. This journey is going to be a rollercoaster. Make sure you sit in a comfortable seat and lock your seat belts. Love you Tuna
