You no longer feel save.
Inside where you fight and scream,
Outside it's smile and wave.
Is this really living the dream?
Turn me against the ones I love.
For you I can only to cower,
So much power from far above.
I'm scared of every new hour
Your anger is unpredictable,
Tell me, am I even loved by you?
Being here feels like the end of all,
Though I still stick to you like glue.
YOU ARE READING
p is pronounced like pay in dutch
Poetrypoems, just poems wanted a cute little place to save all of my poetry. sometimes my notes app gets a little too silly and then it deletes all my notes.. no way... if ur reading this, enjoy lol <3 ‼️I don't usually title any of my work so nearly ever...
