It scares me.
That everything feels pretty good for once.
But I can still feel that something's not good.
Something's unsettled and it's either going to destroy me or it already is.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poesía[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
