How could you find me under this tall tree?
The middle of the forest just hides me
I run and run away from my dark fear
It matches my soul and the clothes I wear
Knowing I'm different but not knowing why
I come to be alone, to think, to cry
Please hear my voice, though quiet as a mouse
I can't stand this metaphorical house
These rickety walls show trust I have lost
The hole-filled roof shows the sad price it cost
I have got some dark things wrong with my head
Dreams left broken, lifeless, forgotten, dead
I'm just a phony with sad thoughts, bad rhymes
Can't find a word, so I'll just say land mines
As lonely in the woods, as I am out
From the frustration, pain, worry and doubt
How could you find me under this tall tree?
You make it easy for me to be me.
{inspiration: I let my emotions take the reigns and I didn't revise :) I just wanted to write what I felt sorry it sucks. This is also dedicated to my weirdo}
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Partials
RandomPartial ADJECTIVE | existing only in part; incomplete This is a collection of different bits and pieces of stories and scenarios I make up in my head. Most people would call these "excerpts" from books I will never write, I call them Partials. Comm...
