It always creeps up on me.
To know one am I really free.
Friends come and go as they please.
As well as the passing breeze.
I have friends I can talk to.
But none I speak too.
My life is to complicated.
They would feel obligated.
Back into myself I go.
No one will ever know.
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My Life Peoms
RandomJust random depressing poems I've created when I was in a bad mental state of mind. I hope you enjoy.
