The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

My Basis

Darkness isn't the only thing on my mind.

Sadness isn't my only emotion.

Boredom isn't the main reason I write these.

It's also coping with the fact that my philosophies aren't the reality.

It's coping with the fact that "I don't care" has always been hollow for me. A mask covering up the glass girl inside.

It's admitting that I have my flaws and so do other people.

Even the best person you can think of probably has flaws.

What I want to get across is this: People need to stop saying that people are perfect and that they have to fit in the generic molds that are a paper mache made from magazines and scanned by our phones.

So, please.

This isn't my basis.

These are only a few things I want to let out of my system.