Inside of me is this seemingly empty space
Leaving me to feel this taunting disgrace.
Who are you?
What can you do?
These thoughts are all met with deja vu.
The walls are built with no escape
And when I'm free it's a retrace.
Briefly it's as if I've found my place
Before I once again return to the taunting disgrace.
It leads to the hollow feeling of emptiness.
No, I'm not saying this is weakness.
But it has me me feeling lonely
And hoping it doesn't last an eternity.
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My Heart, My Thoughts, My Emotions
PoetryHey, guys. This is just going to be short poems that I'll be adding as I come up with them. It would mean loads to me if you leave your feed back.
