Please tell me,
what's going on?
Can anyone explain?
Who do you act this way?
Did I change?
I don't think I did,
I'm clawing through the mud and fog,
i'm digging blind for a answer.
How did it get this way?
What's different?
Can anyone explain?
This feeling in my gut,
It's flowing with butterflies.
I everything crumbling,
or is it building into something new?
Explain.
Why are you so complicated?
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The Story of My Life Poetry
RandomThis is poems, and rants I go on about my emotions or actions, so stuff going on in real life.