To forget is annoying,
while to feel forgotten is depressing,
our hearts are more fragile than we admit,
and when we be real and think and sit,
we all just want to feel like we exist,
and we matter otherwise we get pissed,
or get full if sorrow,
even with attention we cringe at tomorrow,
so imagine without,
most would scream and shout,
others would curl up to die,
it's not physical but why,
does it cause people the most hurt,
and make them feel like dirt,
all over the earth,
are people questioning their worth,
I look in the mirror and wonder about the past,
and forgotten friends and things I thought would last.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
