Great.
It's not just him, it's her too.
I don't understand, is it contagious?
Does it come naturally?
Does it help?
No, not in my eyes.
Will it ever go away?
We will never know, but it will take anyone.
She is rude and even worse,
Abusive.
I dare not say anything for I can't risk.
I can't risk my life or even worse.
My soul.
It's a cold case of...
Bipolor.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoesíaI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
