Why can I not be ignorant? Why can I not go day by day like my friends and peers being so full of emotion and moving forward..... I feel so different... so broken in a way.... I just feel like I am sitting at a peer with my feet in the water, and I've sunk all my sad feelings and depression to the bottom of the lake. And I'll walk the dock, smile, interact with people, live my life, but like a small parasite, my hidden feelings will follow me just under the water's surface. Like a translucent thread attached to my person, just silently trailing behind me.... But why must I be a coward? Why can I never leave the dock which haunts me so? Why must I find comfort in these lies I live to please others?....
Why can't I just be free.....
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The Color of Feelings
General FictionThis is a collection of poems, sparked flames never finished, and blurbs that reflect how I've felt at particular times. This is meant to be an outlet of the feelings I have pent up. They are honestly all pretty bad, but it's my release so who cares?
