I am impersonating a statue.
Control your superficial image
and no one will notice
that you are counting your breaths
and compelling your eyes to stay dry.
My impersonation is flawless
excluding my trembling fists.
My heart is squeezing too tight
but it's lost along the rigidness of my body.
I am filled with anger.
I am trying to run away from my fear.
I am silenced by despair.
I...
I can't remember why I am still here.
If I just stand here
will I freeze in time?
'Cause I don't want to leave
but nor do I want to stay.
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The Truths of a Liar
Poetry"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
