'I don't think I'm a sad person.'
I think to myself.
'I don't think I'm a bad person.'
I think to myself
Most days I feel content in who I am,
Until the sunsets and the moon are all I have.
Something about the silence is so beautifully gut wrenching,
It forces the darkest truths from the depths of my soul.
It makes me realize I'm not a good person at all,
I'm selfish and cruel when it matters the most,
U hide behind a smile and as an actress I play a role.
I am not the kind soul everyone thinks I am,
I am a monster searching through the darkness unwhole.
'I'm hurtful, a regret.'
I think to myself.
I hate it when the sun sets and I am faced with the truth.
The darkness holds no secrets and exposes our youth.
self identity crisis woo
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My Mind; A Collection
PoetryPoetry collection from a junior in high school who struggled <3 Now a college student, who fondly looks back when she struggles <3