Your happiness and my anger.
The same sky you smile at
I spit at it and scream
In terror and in fear.
But with you, the skies are clear.
You're too kind.
It's not you, It's me.
You aren't perfect but you make everything so. While I stand and watch
But for my shitty life because of me,
I'll live it for you.
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Misster Normal (A Poetry Collection)
PoetryEveryone's different. But everyone has the same standards to be normal. So... what is exactly being 'normal'? Please note that every persona is different to represent everyone (although some may share things in common). Credits to the artist for the...
