In my thoughts is where I face most of my problems, tryna' move on, but haven't budged.
So things is what it is, now let it be what it was, but in the same sense it's hard because what it was is what I want it to be, but what it is, is a fact that I can't deny.
If I cry would it matter as much as a sigh, both are terms of expressions, but one can hinder and the other can cause blessing.
I wanna stay hidden away from the world,
I'm tired of putting on a front,
But life gets wicked, so I got to put on my mask and go handle my business.
I'm a damaged soul who walks the Earth with a smile on his face;
How could you possibly understand me?
I sit here wishing for the best, but be prepared and expecting the worst.
Because my life isn't what it seems, I'm not heartless. I just used my heart too much, so I've learned how to use my heart less.
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Unheard: They Hear Me, But They Not Listening
PoetryExcuse me, can I grab your eyes and thoughts? As you gaze upon these poetic prayers of this silent village boy. Understand that his outside is sideways and flipped upside down all in one. Scream loudly if you can, but I guarantee the village boy has...
