It is morning
I open my eyes
I wake up to scorning
No matter how hard I try
It is time to face reality
No matter the harsh judgement
Must keep my mentality
Must continue to explain everything that I meant
Walk through the path of life
I enter the garden of hell
The garden of heaven so close, but so far, I strive
So hard.
Only hitting the failure bell
Every. Single. Time.
Spend my morning in reality
Spend my afternoon washing all of the judgement off, letting myself be
All I must do is open, to see the screen, the girl I once was, unseen
Becomes free
Through the screen comes friends
Worldwide and distant
Help me to the very end
Reality can never stay consistent
So long as my true friends fight right along side me.
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A Collection of Poems
PoesíaSometimes the best way to deal with things is to write them down. ;)
