The truth is,
I don't know.I never know,
and I never will.
None of us ever will.But when we get something wrong,
Because we didn't know,
We're looked at like we're stupid.I'd be dead,
If looks could kill.Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I'm seeing things.
Feeling things.
Maybe.
I don't know...I can feel them glaring into the back of my head.
But it might just be my anxiety.
I'll never know.This is the reason I always say,
"Maybe..."
"I think..."
Or,
"It could be..."Is it possible that another person out there might feel the same way?
Maybe.
I don't know...
YOU ARE READING
A glimpse into my heart
PoetryThis is a book in which all of my poetry is stored. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to leave feedback!