There's an ache in my chest, but it isn't my heart, I've so much to say, but nowhere to start.
I'm a little unbalanced, quite a bit dizzy, struggling to believe the person in the mirror is me.
Like flowers in concrete, I'm completely out of place, trying to bloom, in such little space.
No room to grow, no room to stay, I want to be colourful in a world so dull and grey.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
