I think that I'm happy
I think I'm okay
But can anyone really be sure?
Because only I hold the key
To my wonderful brain
Except honestly
I can't open it
I don't really know what I'm feeling
Sometimes I'll reminisce and feel bad on the inside
For all that I've done
But I know that I'm fine
Or do I?
I'm never really sure
Because I find some things really funny
Really cute
Something that I kind of want
But I remember that I had it
And it got thrown away
I don't think I did it
But then again
I can't be sure
Sometimes I read
And I think
What have I done?
Sometimes I read
And I think
This is hilarious!
So why can't I make up my mind?
I'm not sure
I don't think anyone knows
What's happening in my brain
All I know
Is I've caused some major pain
And I'm sorry
But I'm not sure why
It's happening this way
Was any of this my fault?
I'll never be sure
All I know is that it's over
It has been
And hopefully it forever will be
But can anybody really be sure?
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
