Trust Me.
Standing alone,
In the white lined halls,
Everyone else in a pair,
While your behind a wall.
You think I don't know,
Can't see,
And can't understand.
Trust me.
I do.
All you can't speak,
I can hear.
The darkness you welcome,
I fear.
Trust me.
You think I'm like the rest,
I lie,
I tell a story,
And call myself the best,
But I don't.
I know I'm not perfect,
Not pretty, at that.
But when I say I care,
I do.
I'm tired of seeing you cry,
I'm tired of watching you fall,
I've been there,
I've done that,
I want to be the one next to you in the halls.
Trust me,
I'm here..
-Victoria Marie
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Still The Same
PoetryIn the world of ink, I have lost myself. And now for the readers of the land, I have sworn my oath to pledge my words to all. I have now found my place, and this is where I'll stay. So even after all I have been through.... I'm Still The Same. *All...