When I told you I was different,
I don't think you really believed me.
I told you my mind was dark and twisted.
No one should ever attempt to go there.
I'm not crazy, no.
But it is true, I am not the girl I used to be.
Afterall, you've never believed I changed.
YOU ARE READING
escape.
PoetryTime measures all wounds and pain and sacrifices, but what happens when happiness takes too much time? People run out of patience and get frustrated. Problems are blown out of proportion and it takes all we have to just remain calm. As the clock kee...
