Danger hangs over my head
'Till I'm blind from the dagger that hangs over my head. From the past that trudges up the present.
Destroying the future that vanishes before our eyes, making life harder to learn, understand, and live.
Changing the way I see it, life,
Shooting stars changing into tigers leaping, lions dancing, monkeys laughing, and people talking.
Leaving in you this dark hole. Making you blind, lost, scared of what's to become of you, life, and everybody that surrounds you.
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No Where To Hide
PoetryNo Where To Hide is all about the harsh realities about becoming a teenager and what it is like to feel so many emotions and let it all out. This is not just a story it's a story within a story that's written through poetry. It's updated whenever I...
