Am I completely empty,
Or am I so full
I feel the loss
Of what I don't already have?
Does that make any sense?
Is my head stuffed with lies
Or is the truth just that weak?
Why is reality so thin?
How do you tell when something is
A myth, a legend, a folktale?
And when is something real, factual, nonfiction?
Will I ever know
The difference between
Your truths and your lies?
Maybe,
Maybe not.
The world will never know;
Or maybe just I will never know.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Poems
Randommy poems (please do not take them, they are very, very personal and me a lot to me.)
