Its strange
It wasnt right
I know that
I couldnt
Keep going with it
It wasnt the
Right thing
Im sure of that
But
Its strange
I was happy
I was healthy
I was motivated
The best me
Why did
The wrong thing
Bring out
The best me?
Im back now
To my old ways
And i want
That me back
The good
The great me
But i wont
Go back
To having
The wrong thing again.
YOU ARE READING
Exposed
PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.