As I'm sitting here writing.
I think about all the demons I'm still fighting.
All the bad stuff I replay in my head.
Like cancer it starts to spread.
From my head to my heart,
from my heart to my face. Every time I turn around I feel out of place.
I'd rather run and hide my face,
Then let you see the tears run down my face.
I wipe them off my face,
and put a smile in its place.
Even though my heart is one
crack away from
the break.
By:Angel René
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Feelings, Dealings and Other Things
PoetryThis is a book of poems. Even though I'm deeming it a finished product, I'll be putting one up every week. Can't really give you a description it's an assorted bunch. If you want, comment a topic and I'll write about it, then I'll shout you out in i...
