I don't know fancy words, I don't have a fancy life, whats mine is mine and I don't lie.
I may lock myself in the bathroom crying, because I don't feel the same walking through the red door day or night, but I can't find my place right that rainbow light.
I may be torn to tear up everything I write, but I can't see everything that is bright.
I'm lost and I can't hide. I'll admit I have lied, whenever I used to walk up to someone I'd be shy.
With one little flaw, I'd sigh. Through a clear glass door, I wanted to reapply.
But I got lost again and feel so dry.
I'm so scared to let anyone else to see me cry, I've used a year seeing another person's eyes and I wanted to die.
I've been told I'm too serious.
I've been told I'm boring.
But it didn't take until I was 22, to be told that I'm a human and that I deserve respect
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poemsbygrace
PoetryThis book is a mix of poems and my diary entry's. I've been at a loss for words for the past 2 or so years after writing i story I practically surrogatly lived through and proudfully deleted. I've been trying to make a new start for myself since the...
