Sometimes I see things I'm not supposed to.
My guardians,
They are watching me as I write.
The black smoke,
That curls around my neck,
And dances in my peripheral vision.
The tall man in the bathroom,
Who stands beside me in the reflection,
And stays silent until I fall asleep.
The spirits,
That float across the ceiling,
And observes me at my loneliest.
I know you are there
But I am comforted by your presence.
Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe 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.
