It's okay
I must trick my mind
To stay safe
And not strip my skin
We're not kind
Our evils lashing back
Wasting time
As I numb with this
And that too
Silence my own voice
That I wished
Others could hear too
We're not the same
I make exceptions
But can you
For once in your life;
Pathetic,
Fleeting existence
Read in between stands?
I'm fine, but
I hate being heard.
Understand?
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Attempts
RandomI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
