Sucking out life.
The job you do best.
Oh how you convince them
that all is... okay?
Until they're empty,
You then move to another.
Collecting all you need
To fix yourself.
No consideration.
No thought.
The blur of joy
You paint so well.
Misinterpretation of happiness,
That isn't you, but your actions.
Actions speak louder than words?
Seems that you stood screeching.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoems I made myself. Hope you like them I just did whatever I felt was right. Enjoy
