People are watching.
People are staring.
What are the looking for?
Are they suprised?
Are they confused?
I look like I always have, I talk like I always have.
So why are they finally taking notice?
He didn't notice.
People are wispering.
People are shouting.
I realize I fell into a hole.
There's a mirror in here.
My eyes are cloudy.
The darkness evident.
People are watching.
People are scared.
YOU ARE READING
Idk
PoetryFirst off, ***trigger warning***I honestly have no idea how to describe this book. I guess it's just poetry about my life, and my life is pretty good. My mind is what ruins me, it twists and turns everything good into something bad. I feel like poet...
