Underestimated.
My manipulative self loves it.
It's like a fucking game I'm not even playing in.
I'm the chessboard and everyone it's just a pawn in my domains.
Then, there's my sensitive side in a corner.
Maybe it's my real self that's being protected by mi double.
Nevertheless, they are fidgeting nervously, trying to stay present and have presence too.
Hates that everyone just thinks they can step on them like they are absolutely inoffensive.
Unprotected, real, vulnerable.
This doesn't talk much about me, it does about you tho.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Pensamientos a las 3 am.
PoesíaConjunto de mi catarsis a altas horas de la noche. Desde cuentos cortos hasta relatos de situaciones provenientes de mi vida personal o de mi imaginación. Prohibida copia y/o adaptación. Isabella Taggiasco.
