"complex"
Whilst I'm tapping my leg to the rhythm of the clock,
I'm slowly losing my fucking mind.
I want to scream, but I can't decide on the words.
I know how I will die; I re-live it every night.
I have to restrain myself, with thick metal chains, to stop myself revealing my true colours.
Because I know you wouldn't like it.
And I'm going to start apologising now,
for the day I break free.
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoesíaThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
