I'm losing myself.
I don't know if the words I speak are the truth.
or even if my emotions are lying to me.
I don't remember who I am.
have I always been this harsh?
or has something made me this way?
deep down am I still soft?
am I weak?
is the me now real? or is it a mask I put on?
I don't remember who I am.
I don't remember my passions.
or what people know me for.
My favourite colours or favourite things to draw.
am I losing my self?
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poetrya collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
