This impressive mess of my life addresses why I can't belong,
Depressed and oppressed, love comes back constantly to haunt me,
Blessed in the worst way, not even I'm abreast to my self,
Dressed in wolf's clothing as a sheep pressed into being what I want,
I nest in my own wallows, trespassing what I wish for myself,
But of course,
I know what's best l, don't I?
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Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoetryI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.
