I know what makes them think about me,
It's how I present myself to thee;
It's stuck on their minds, I'm always happy,
But they don't know how myself look at me.
On their point of view, I'm a caress,
But on my own, I'm a mess.
It's the toughest thing they'll never guess;
That I have a lot to confess.
I experience a daily dose of debacle,
That I wanted to throw it on a well.
It's about time to ring the bell,
And the all of me to fight and yell.
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An Obscure Reflection
PoezjaMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...
