It's as if the demons never go away,
They follow me,
Like a dog to its owner,
They are relentless.
Walking deeper into the void,
I see glass shards sparkle against the murky ground.
In the shard to my left,
I see the past me,
The me that was happy,
Whose eyes were filled with joy.
And to the right,
I see the person I am now.
Sad, gloomy, and full of negativity.
Trapped in my worries,
Trapped in self doubt,
I enclose myself in a shell of my former self.
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Lost in the Chaos
PoesíaLost. Afraid. Anxious. Insecure. Empty. When you walk into the chaos, you never know what you'll find.
