Every night
Its like a hollowness
Every morning
An emptiness
Every afternoon
A forgetfulness
Then come the evening
And I'll remember this
That the worst part is
To see your face
To not meet your eyes
Like I'm locked out
The worst part is
To see your avoidance
To sense my mistakes
To hear these voices
The worst part is
What my mind makes up
As horrible reasons
To fill up the unsure space
That was created in my head
When I felt inferior
That was dreamt up
With the truth or illusion
That I was locked out
Kept away
Scribbled out
Like a mistake on a page
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
