I'm so closed,
But yet so open.
I didn't invite them in,
To let them rest my peace.
All my windows are open,
When in reality isn't it.
At the time they're here.
I'm at my door to leave my peace.
Now that I've let them in,
I'm no longer myself.
Not even me.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Puisiwords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
