They have stolen the you
From inside you.
Yes, I'm talking to you
And the one behind you even.
The one that talks about everyone else to try and get their mind off of their own disliked traits.
Or you, the one who puts on too much makeup only to cover up the signature freckles that some people adore
and the pimples - you're covering up the real you!
Just go outside, into the rain and breathe in the petrichor
- Feel alive again.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
