I was born sick, although it came late.
I still knew I was never okay.
Trapped in a sadness
That consumed me,
And controlled me.
Nothing is ever the same
Since I've known this.
But that's okay.
...
Nothing is ever sane anyways.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
