I never even liked them.
I tried to paint my petals, in vain,
But a rose will never be a violet.
I suppose I deserve the pain,
For trying to be,
Everybody's best friend.
I am lost, I don't know what I am supposed to be.
I just want to be happy,
Something that I used to be,
Something that I am not anymore,
But something that I crave for.
What was I made for ?
I feel like I'm in middle school again,
Being alone at my table causes me so much pain.
Hidding the tears with some books,
Am I destined to live in a loop ?
You cannot see my face on anybody's phone.
Never thought I'd hate to be alone.
Deep down I know I'll be fine.
Everyone has a tribe,
One day I'll meet mine.
I just feel like I didn't become who I wanted to be.
I am full of regrets.
I am only nineteen.
YOU ARE READING
My Dear Music
PoesiaThere's only one thing I can do, Write Write Write The world I'm leaving. My words are sacred, They are the lyrics of a song I will never play. The music is within you. Find my voice singing my secrets. /English isn't my first language!!!/
