I'm relentlessly and utterly annoyed,
Everything you do opens a void,
And it's impossible to fill the blank spaces,
That you've simultaneously created in places,
And while that's a fact,
I'm finding it harder to react,
Because you'll think I'm an idiot one minute,
Then rain me with gifts as if I deserve it,
When I'm mad.
But those cages you've clamped down,
On my voice when there's a hint of sound,
Opens the void that haunts me.
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My Life Is A Circus
PoesieWelcome to the circus, behind this curtain is the exploration through the thoughts of a girl's mind by passing through heartbreak, happiness, depression, and all misunderstandings that apply to everyone who has questions and curiosities.
