Because I've seen what my mind is capable of
Creating worlds and people and love
Destroying them, too
And my circle encourages me
But I know the truth
The world isn't as nice
As they make it out to be
A few kind compliments
Don't make up for the fact
That the real world can't handle
The fantasy I pack
Instead I numb myself
With videos and games
Inconsequential texts
Because if I were to be the maker
The writer, the creator
I can't fathom how the world would tear me apart
Talent can't face what reality is like
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoetryScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
