My mind is blank
For once its stopped
The countless thoughts
Scurrying like rats
Hiding in the cracks of my brain
Waiting to bite.
My face is etched in pain
My emotions have gone too high
And I don't know how to feel
Worry? The pressure on my chest that doesnt ever lift?
The worry etched on my mind
But my smile says I'm fine
What a cliche line
But is it true?
Or has my mind just assumed
The lie that slips out my lips
Like smooth velvet
Silky to the touch, warm,
A feeling that is known.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
