My world isn't one you'd like to be in.
In fact, it may be so, that to be of help
Isn't really helping at all.
Only those with similar disfigurements,
Can ever really understand.
Only those who try to know,
Are the ones who don't know.
Try as you might,
You won't be let in.
But if you say the right things,
I might begin to trust you.
And that is a start,
For you.
Broken thoughts
Belong with
Broken people.
One cannot comprehend
What they see in us.
But us they see,
As a punishment for meddling.
They can see,
But they can't understand.
No one can.
Tis foul to even think so.
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Submerged Stories
PoetryLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...
