when you turn back and see a mirror
do you know you've gone too far?
too far to ever be, or
too far to really ever truly change
make up your mind!
The back of mine says, mange
itchy, sickness, stuck to my soul
purposely tripping, as if on accident
twisting my feet, in a familiar way
Into the whole
idea that this is home
is this home?
it feels as such
but i should know better
that much
is clear, but i falter
upon the darkness asking me
why are you here?
control
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Vent Poetry
PoetryJust, poems i write, decided to publish them, let people read em. Idk. Feel free to leave hate or critical comments i dont rlly care. Also feel free to enjoy! i hope they give some people like me some comfort.
