I once heard a quote that goes like this
It said happiness is ignorance and ignorance is bliss
I questioned it then, but I think it must be true
Because I'm aware that were not friends but reality won't come through
Every time I see you you talk most of the time
And when I open my mouth its almost like a crime
You always love attention and you love to be heard
And I knew this for a long time but my mind seems to be blurred
I mean you tell me about your life and about some other thing
Im treated like a servant and your the royal king
I know your not my friend more like my master in a way
But I always wonder my I keep ''serving'' you every day
I used to always wonder but now I know the reason why
Because whenever I remember my mind always seems to lie
* I'll be updating more since winter break is soon
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Long poems from a short girl
PoesíaThese are my self wrote poems pretty self explanatory and random shit is also hidden in there. Some contain suicidal themes or cover mental health.