Many do not realize
Nor fathom the thought
That I, in actuality, pour my heart into-
These short works of writings.
And pieces that seem delicate
And yet, so powerfully destructing.
And it's quite funny-
When someone will ask,
If I'm telling the truth or not
And I will respond 'no'.
Because I am not in fact telling the whole truth on these pages-
But embellished, and overworked showings
Of tiny morsels of how I really feel.
So, forgive me, for lying
But I just cannot seem to bring myself
To tell the truth once,
For fear that I will indeed receive love
And that is the scariest thought
Because of just how frightened I am
To comprehend that I am not alone
And have others around me
Because I wish to continue to stay isolated
For the simple desire-
To be bubbled in a singular thought
That I am unique in my thoughts
And no one has ever thought them before
And therefore, cannot receive a remedy
For this sick, twisted mindset I have
Because I want to be happy
In my own way
And of course, that means lying.
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a/n-
I really hope you guys realize that I really embellish and overwork what I feel most of the time, so half of what I write is nothing more than a story. Really.
indy❤️
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PoesiaA series of poems that are made either randomly or scavenged from the din in my head. Some have deep meaning, some are stories and others are just random. Just like the title I gave this. So... Enjoy! UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS COPYING OR PLAGIARISM...
