Dream a little, dream a lot
I want to be what I'm not.
all these thoughts inside my head
they will not stop, not till I'm dead.
These dark thoughts begin their creeping,
seconds in, my mind is scheming.
My heart turned stone,
I have friends, I feel alone.
"You're worthless." "I'm fine"
"You're nothing."
I draw the line.
The story too well known,
where children are prone
to death and violence,
I hate such silence.
And a menacing glare, I received from myself
I left my hope placed on a shelf.
Then the ground starts to rumble,
and my walls begin to crumble.
I begin my search for what I've lost.
I knew finding it would cost.
Dream a little, dream a lot
I can't be what I'm not.
I'm nothing nothing like Mrs. Shakespeare *cough* Myflooriscold11 *cough* but I try I best.
Bye.
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Poem Book
PoetryThis is just a place where I can store my poems, as I enjoy creating them. Some of these may seem a tad bit depressing, so you have been warned. Otherwise, enjoy.
