Always afraid.
to have an opinion.
Afraid.
to talk.
to live.
Outside the world you made up for yourself so you don't have to question why nobody sees you, although it doesn't exist.
Do you exist?
Are you more than an unfamiliar face within a picture frame?
More than a forgotten smile fading in a crowd you don't belong in?
You wish.
And you don't.
Always wanting to disappear.
Always afraid.
And stuck against the wall.
You wallflower.
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Very different I know. But I like it and I hope you too! I'll try to write every next poem like this, to make it more "mature", but we'll see :)
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Pencil Twist
ПоэзияPoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
