I don't know what life I'm living.
I don't know how I'm meant to be
Will I be the tomboy who loves fencing?
I don't know me.
Well I be the girl always gossiping?
I don't know what I'm meant to be.
Will I be the be friend who loves laughing and talking?
Hopefully soon I'll see...
Will I be the confident lover hugging and kissing?
But do I have it in me?
For seperate parts of me clawing.
The same but oh how differently.
Tearing at eachother screaming.
Which one will you choose! Oh so harshly.
But I don't know what life I'll lead.
Because the problem is, I don't know me anymore.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryHello. 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...
