The life I live is a complicated one
Twists and turns bound across the pass
The thing I am differs from who I am
Everything I do makes sense to none but me
Whatever we see we hide in fear
We are all blind and cannot hear
We cannot bear the truth so we make new ones
No matter the name we are all shrouded in sorrow
We pretend and pretend
We hope for new outcomes but do not change our ways
I hope for something, anything new
Yet all that comes is sadness
Here we are wishing on broken stars
We're covered in blood and broken hearts
The pile gets bigger and bigger
Yet, we can't refrain from old ways
We can't change
I won't change
I wish someone could see
The inside of me, but for now....
I mustn't forget
I walk alone....always alone
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Poems
PoetryThese are just a select few poems that I've written, mostly about how I was feeling at the time....pweeze don't judge, I'm not very good at writing poetry.
