I have a porcelain world.
Perfect and peaceful.
As time goes on,
the older I get,
the more flawed I feel.
I am a failed art project, crooked and imperfect.
I am made by a starving artist, one who needs money desperately.
I have a porcelain world around me.
Perfect and peaceful.
One I'll never be part of.
One that won't accept me.
All I have is the stars, music, the sky and a few friends.
I bike, just to see the sunset.
Every time, I wish for happiness that I'll never have.
Music I'll never hear.
Friends I'll never have.
Goodbye.
Not to the world, but the lies that compose my life.
YOU ARE READING
~ Poetry ~
PoetryJust a few poems. I'll write as much as possible. Some sad, some thoughtful. Okay mostly sad. Fun fact: Monster's Cage and Saviour were written for class.
