I've spent a very long time desperately trying to walk in line.
Everyone else just followed the flow, and look, they got prices to show.
My price didn't come easy; I've got the scars to show how I fought for it blow by blow.
Im like a puzzle, where none of the pieces fit,
so now are you going to discard and quit?
Imagine walking between worlds, living blindfold
never once feeling able to as you're told
It's always count to 10 and take a breath
Do not let yourself end up a Macbeth
because in one line, everything you do
becomes another weapon used against you
The price of failure is sky high
But no, you're not allowed to cry
Now I'm older, I finally understand
Why I could never gain the upper hand
Sometimes the weakness turns into strength
When you find people on the same wavelength
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoesiaThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
