They say she's to hyper
To much to handle
A walking migraine
A thing that needs to be caged...
Other say it's a mask
She's broken, needs help
Someone needing an escape
A person who needs a friend...
Is she broken?
Not really, no
Sure there's downs,
But nothing extreme
Why can't they understand that?
How can your past not get you?
I just let dust get wiped away...
Why aren't you happy?
Becuase I know my dearest is not...
Don't you love?
Not yet at least...
You sound so sad
Didn't mean to...
How the hell can you be so hyper?
Your normal is different, that's all...
Stop acting like your serious!
But I am. It's my personality that makes it seem I can never be such huh?...
Where can be myself? There is no one like me, to unique to others, untamable attitude, bit can easily break down at the slightest of winds. Tell me, where do I belong?
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She Lost Herself in Reality
Poetrythings that happen to me in real life, some more exaggerated than others, but the feelings all true. Not knowing what's going on and such. Called the falling angel.
