My bones feel heavy
And my heart feels weak
My cries for help
Are uselessly meek
Nothing I do is enough
Everything feels wrong
Why can't I function?
Am I in disjunction?
I cry louder each time
Yet feel like a mime
Reenacting situations
And dealing with the frustration
No one takes it seriously
So I'm forced to live life deliriously
To put on a smile while I cry inside
Is like hating someone
and hiding from them
When I really love them
and want us to coincide
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Restless Nights
PoetryAll of us have our faults, and all of us are not flawless. However, we must embrace our perfect imperfections. This story is my attempt of embracing my own literature. Whether it is intriguing or not, I will let you decide that on your own. I very...
