Nothing, Yet Everything
I am nothing, compared to the weeds disguised as flowers.
I am everything, compared to the forgotten tree in a wood.
I am special to nothing, yet everything.
I am unique, but only a few truly care.
I am only me, but some think that's enough.
-Me, 3/23
Hide
Hide me away,
You must!
Hide me away,
Please, do me this favor!
I must be hidden,
Or the light will find me,
And I will die.
-Me, 3/23
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
