I hate all of this. Feeling so insecure.
The voices in my head never giving care.
I am so misunderstood that not even they know me.
Everyone believes that they have me all figured out
But if they only knew.
I can't stand all the lies.
There is no one who is real that loves
Without expecting payment in return.
Nothing is for free not even your own feelings.
Everything comes with consequences.
Do you really think you know what I am about?
When was the last time you took the time to listen?
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Happy Musings of my Inner Critic
PoesíaI am on whole a very positive person. Most people who know would tend to agree. However, I have a little secret. I tend to argue, fight, and pout just about everyday with that little voice we all have in our heads. I refuse to be defeated by said an...
