Is there something wrong with me?
Or the situation I've been thrown?
Am I no longer worthy?
Or is it just an insecurity
Whatever so, one won't know
The problem is persistent
I didn't create
For years of existence
One day I must face
It's obscure, you'll think I'm insane
Imaginative, delusional, all a misunderstanding
Truth is not what it seems like
For years i've Been living a lie
Voices were around me, ignored
It was suffocating, so I ran, hid
I ran from the truth
Being manipulated in the process
Hating wrong, loving wrong
Never been the right daughter
A year before, I told you
But you didn't believe me
Just like I didn't
The truth's too obscure
I guess you can't help
Sorry to waste your time
This is a poem, again wrote a few months ago. When I felt overwhelmed but decided to seek help or comfort. Only to go against it. Kind of how I am :P
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Candid Heartstrings
PoetryThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
