You are the selfie girl,
A girl with a million friends,
And yet none
You are the queen,
Yet a slave to your mind
You whisper "help me"
But scream you are fine
You are me
And I am you
I am one
But You are two
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PoetryWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
