Guilt, again
Misinterpreted, again
This feeling is hated
Yet, I can't get away from it
Wrapped up in my mind
The overthinking
The judgement
The need to explain myself
The excessive worrying
I'm tired of it
Yet, accustomed
Accustomed, yet tired
Though they do not understand me
Neither do they, my words
Instead of asking to understand
I get ridiculed
My character gets questioned
That is not what I meant
I am tired
And I am alone.
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aruma - naked thoughts
ПоэзияSometimes, written words are a way to release thoughts that you'd never have the courage to say out loud to others. Real and true poetry. These are free-verse because, sometimes, feelings are so raw that they're not meant to rhyme, and that's okay!
