I wish I could walk away from the woods
I wish I could look away from the truth
How I am just not enough
How I am a candle in a room of chandeliers
How the eyes wander to me
With nothing but a look of agony.
It's sad to know that in this world
Everyone is in a run
A run with no destination
Except in front of others
And I?
I was disqualified
--justbytheway
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Inside The Spiral
PoesiaOne of the best ways to let the turmoil inside your head is to write. At least for me. Here's a collection of poems, some are sad, some have hope, some are just me trying to figure out why. Okay, almost none of them have hope. But eh.
