I've held my head up high
As high as I can
So far up my own ass
Swallowing my own delusions
Creating my own personal hell
Its vicious, heartbreaking, devastating
Standing still
Paralyzed
Complicated
That summerizes me
I don't walk the walk
Talk the talk
I will die in a sea of self-doubt
Insecurity
Imaginary heartbreak
It's a calamity
It's sad
Its hard to know
Hard to unknow
Be you they say
The you you really are
So easy to say
Easy to talk the talk
But walk the walk
Where am I know
Who am I know
I ain't black
White
I'm grey
I'm not old
Not Young
I'm the in between
They call me Limbo
YOU ARE READING
Things left unsaid
ПоэзияLetters to people I'll probably never see again. Things I wanted to say Feelings I want to express Thoughts that I'm thinking But never say out loud
