The city life is what I am used to,
The party songs and the trendy dances,
The fake smiles and the obnoxious richness,
The people that care only when parts of me started disappearing— into none,,,
I wonder if any part of me were real
I wonder if they were real
I wonder if I was real
I wonder why i keep wandering—
to a place where i sing of a better life
to a place where i dance to forget the day
to a place where i daydream to replace the night.
Was my life really that bad?
Or was I the problem this whole time?
YOU ARE READING
the Journey
PoezieQuoting the phases of persona's childhood; composed over the years in her distressed journey of emotions- compiled in this book of short poems. Welcome to 'the Journey'.
