I'm lost in space
I'm locked in a box
I can't open up my mind
It's just hard for me to see reality
I have a soft heart
I'm innocent as a child can be
My face is full of questions
"Am I being right, am I being wrong?"
Dirty, but not pure
Pure, but not dirty
How can I choose between the two?
I'm tired of thinking innocently
I'm so naive
I don't even know people are like this
I'm too young for this
I can't take it no more
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryU N R E Q U I T E D H O P E L E S S L O V E S A D L I F E H A P P Y R E A L I T Y C O N F L I C T H E A R T B R O K E N If life is all rosy, then you're dead wrong. This is me in a new world, on a different ground, vulnerable as I'm not home anymore...
