Magick?
Evil?
Good?
Normal?
Nothing fits
I'm not able to make something disappear
I'm too nice
I am darker then anyone thinks
I'm far from normal
No magick broom to whisk me away
No evil demon to send me on my way
Nothing happy to make me smile
Nothing is normal when I walk the extra mile
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
