My eyes they wary in an unspoken disbelief.
I'm spellbound, I'm shell shocked
I'm trying to nerve it down, I'm trying to shut the pain out.
Its late, the clocks all wrong, the sleep won't consume anymore, and I'm inclined to let out a cry.
Why do my worst fears creep in when the nights are calm?
Why do my eyes betray me everytime I see my demons?
Why do I push away everyone?
Why can't I trust anyone?
I wish things were simple.
I wish we could all just lay down our baggages.
Without the fear of being judge.
Without the fear of not being loved.
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Jaded Reality
PoetrySome Realities are hidden safely in cages far away from the guilt of being judged at, from being gawked at, to form a veil to hide beneath in order to look as humanly happy as possible. To hoard down dark secrets, ultimately sulking in a murk so da...
