I've climbed these walls far too many times.
This time I'm in here to stay.
No one comes in,
no one goes out.
I'm fed up.
I'm just sorry you're left wandering on the outside.
I'm sick of it.
Over it.
However the hell you want it said.
Trust is just a mere thought in my ever-racing mind.
No more rainbows,
no more butterflies.
No,
I gave all that up when I signed the agreement to adulthood.
Forget it.
I don't trust anymore.
I don't even trust my own reflection.
I used to recognize myself once upon a time,
but that was once.
I don't trust anyone.
Not you.
Not myself.
No one.
I once knew who I was,
what my purpose was.
It's funny how reflections change.
One minute you think you know someone--
you think you know yourself.
But that's before you sit and realize.
What are they really?
Behind all the misleading enchantments.
What's behind that mask?
What is their true reflection?
A/N; Hey everyone sorry about lack of updates :/ been a while. Almost finished with this book :( sorry about the kind of depressing feel lately. Been down in the dumps, getting some things off my chest. my apologies :((. Stay strong beauties!!
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoésieA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
