You can notice
Tons of people hiding their real identity
Because they are scared to show us
You can sense
Billions of people not feeling safe
With themselves as the only type of defense
You can hear
Millions of people crying out for help
Yet no one really seems to care
You should step out
These people need your help
They will be glad, without doubt
YOU ARE READING
a mess of words
Poesía|| a mess of words || A book featuring my poems. Not all of them are good or amazing, but I wanted to share them anyway. Trigger warning: most of the poems contain mentions of pain.
