Am I being delusional?
I keep on working things out, hoping it turns out magical
I am delusional
I dream big knowing it won't be as perfect as I used to think
What a traitor mind
I been waiting endlessly
Could someone tell where I am?
Where are those miracles? Where are those people who'll come and save me right now?
I keep on wanting and needing they said the world is mine to hold
And shouting when it's raining I don't want this anymore
But I tried and tried, still trying to fight my way
To my own sugar rush
YOU ARE READING
I Write My Mind Here
PoetryThere are secrets that you can't tell someone even those who are closest you.