What's your scar size, doesn't it show?
Why is it hiding, you don't think they know?
I know what you do, when you're on your own;
When the world feels hard and you're all alone.
I've been there before, and I'll be there again,
Round in this cycle, 'til the sweet, bitter end.
I want a near end, and I know you do too,
But we've made it this far, so let's see it through.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
