The way up
is often nice
and beautiful
and exciting.
But after every rise
there must come a fall.
The higher you go,
the harder you crash.
And as I'm caught up in gossip
and lies
and half truths,
I still have to wonder:
Am I the victim?
Are you the bad guy?
Or is it really me?
Are we both victims of each other
or of ourselves?
Are the things I did to myself
worse than what I've done to you?
Do you beat yourself up
over the things you've done?
Am I the one being persecuted,
or is it you?
Are you the heart breaker,
or is it really me?
Are these tears for you
or are they for myself?
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
