Badam-badoom the sound of my heart that boom
Crick-crack the sound of my mask that broke
These feelings inside me, I struggle to move
Forward yet backward, I am stuck inside a loop
Failure to succeed, uphold my promise to these I hold dears
These thoughts, that outcome, give me dread
Someone says we grow through adversity
From where I stand, that someone is cursing me
I have lost my pride, I'm just a tiny little being
The bottom of the well, a failure name Krys.
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
