Substituting now for what once was
Who knew it was a dangerous move
I have nothing left that I can prove
So I'm forcing myself into a fantasy
Imagining the way it could be
If only I had grown up differently
Bouncing back and forth between priorities
Is this really what was meant for me?
YOU ARE READING
Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?