Sometimes I feel like a leaf in the wind,
Never knowing where I'll end,
Up, nor who I'll become,
Sometimes it feels like I'm always on the run,
It's not fun,
Anymore, close the door,
Hide behind the wood,
Lock them out,
Hide emotions,
As if I could control them.
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Poem book
PoetryProlly gonna end up trash but it'll just be full of random poems that pop up in my head Nearly every poem is triggering so watch out ✨
