Like the wind blows on a stormy day so do my thoughts.
Chaos, screaming, crying, dreaming,
Whilst I'm not believing that life is so dark.
Fake lives led by fake people in dishonesty,
Everyone shielded within their own lie.
Everyone afraid to face the truth unchanging despite
truth looms over waiting to strike.
I've faced the truth I don't regret it
Even though truth is nonexistent.
Because how do I know?
If the person hides behind their mask do I actually know who they are?
How can I trust this world of a lie?
I cant. But I can always try.
But while truth is a lie then true happiness is inexistent,
How do I know that any of this is even really worth it?
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My Book Of Poems
PoesíaHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
