The storm cloud inside me
Wants to rage and sound
But, as my brain takes the hit
And my heart takes shelter.
I find myself hiding secrets again.
Aching to be someone else.....
For no one can decipher
The melody of the pitter patter of my sins.
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Chevron Notebook
PoetryA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
