She is a criminal mind
Waiting for the love
That is to come
Longing for acceptance
Though there's nowhere to be found
She shows she's rough
And seems to be tough
But deep inside,
There's nothing but weakness
She wants to fit in
But there's no one longing
To let her in
Maybe is time
for a change to come
Just that she doesn't know when
Not even how
Because she never understood
That the demon she always had
Was nowhere
but inside.
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The power of poetry
PuisiHeyyy, so these are poems I wrote myself. I am used to write whenever I'm bored, due to the fact that writing is my passion, not to mention how much I love poetry So here I leave you some of my work, I am just longing for you to be related to so...
