I Really Have No Idea,
What's Wrong With me,
Each Day Becomes A Burden,
I Wish I Could Find The Lightning Key.
Maybe It's Just My Jumbled Thoughts,
Capturing My Mind Everyday,
Tell Me Whats Right And Whats Wrong,
So That My Problems Just Fade Away.
I Take A Mask With A Happy Face,
Making Everyone Laugh Each Day,
But At The End, You Know,
I Just Need Some Space.
Not Still Afraid Of Ghosts,
Not Still Afraid Of Dark,
Just One Thing That Scares Me,
The Real Monsters Peeking From The Park.
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PoesíaEver felt like oh! This post on Instagram is so relatable! *Takes a screenshot* and then that post is saved in your gallery. So whenever you open your gallery, you always feel good reading the posts again and again. Thats how I want my poetries to b...
