why is it hard for people to decipher a chaotic mess?
to sift through the pieces, and to figure out that all she wants to be is understood.
she's simple yet so complex
a facade of happiness with a sort of sadness right below the surface
the fact that she feels broken, and yet she seems completeshe's a walking paradox and she's a perfectly organized mess
but no one seems to notice as she unravels, because she's still just a chaotic mess
hey hey
so i've been rather sad lately
and so poetry has been flowing through my veins and i've been composing in my mind
so i may start posting rather frequently but no promises
YOU ARE READING
3am thoughts
Poetrysad- ass poetry by a sad- ass girl. lowercase intended. my poetry, copyright.