mind
I don't know who I am. Does that make sense? what I say, what I do is that really me? not knowing what to say what to do around many people. feels like I'm empty or trapped in my own mind, can't escape into the reality (do I really want to be there?) is my mind a better place? is the person who talks for me better than me? will she make people proud and happy? she makes me feel weird and uncomfortable, but I am too sensible to go out, out of my mind. I am strong, but broken I am like broken glass, just pieces but every piece is sharp and dangerous you could cut your hand. beware of me, so do I.
I am really weird
Nevermind lol
YOU ARE READING
The Book
PoetryI'm an average girl and I just love to write poetry soo I'll let u have a look in my book full of stories about sorrow and love, hate, hope and depression, full of speeches that I've written on my own Trigger warning!
