all these wrongs that i've done,
i am just trying to do things right
but while,
the demons in my mind won't leave me alone
i'm sorry,
i was always made out to be the problem
and with my name being in people's mouth
i just learnt to stay silent,
weak minded people only believe everything they hear about someone
talking about me?
i have things to say too
but i choose not to
i have insecurities,
nobody is perfect
but i do my best
i still smile
even when i am a mess
sometimes the best thing
can be the worst pain you will ever experience
i always feel it crashing down on me,
creeping on me
fixing my flaws,
not for you
but for myself
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poésiei have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
