Wow, I feel stupid.
One moment I'm right the next I move on and what do you know? I'm right. When I know I'm right everything seems to shoot me in the back. I don't wanna do this anymore. I wanna walk around freely and transparent but no matter how transparent I am, others become shadowy figures. I made a mistake, I am a mistake. Just the thought of-- ugh it makes me wanna cry and also leads me to die. Yet I've dyed a new color and from the ashes of a Wednesday I rise.
Still though, I really feel stupid.
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Signs
PoetryCritical thinking in words, not much of a story but more of a mental process.
