In a group, you were always the one left behind
Or that nobody could find
You were there, but not really
It's like you has your own reality
The rare ones that took the time to talk to you
Were usually forced to
Because you know what they said;
"So weird, almost a crackhead"
But I just think nobody really gets you
Opinions based on rumours that aren't even true
Assuming all kinds of stuff
"Oh, how your life must be tough"
They just didn't know that you had your own kingdom
Your own way of freedom
For some, it was a glass of wine or a puff of a cigarette
But yours hadn't been explored yet
Not by anyone but you, anyway
Because you know how people are when they encounter something new
Scared, not wanting to hear any point of view
While they're too busy being worried, you whisper to yourself:
"While they're trapped in their thoughts, mines are trapping them"
"With the idea that this world is better than mine"
The one that you created for yourself
Built from pictures you took off your shelf
You find it comforting
Not having to forget anything
Since you're thinking about it on repeat
A world made of memories
But you should have seen your expression of surprise
When worriedly, I told you:
"No one's keeping you trapped in this world except you"
p.s. : just a confusing one.
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i forgive you
PoetryHe asked in his dreamy voice tinted with worry: "Will you forgive me, one day?" I couldn't help but say: "You're already forgiven. You always were." A miscellany of my poems about forgiving others in love, hate, sadness, and all those emotions that...
