Old friend here you are again,
Your appearance is different,
But you're still the same,
I didn't recognize you,
the first time I saw you
Until you slapped me in the face,
Until you pulled and pushed me down
And made my self esteem go away
So here you are again
After i pulled u out the door
After I convinced myself
That I was safe
From your shadow for sure
Still you're barking on my door
Theiving your way in my life
After all you wrecked
You want to wreck some more
Oh insecurity, my old friend,
Will you never not plaque me?
Will ever again I will face you
And not think of the wounds you gave me?
YOU ARE READING
Melencholia
PoesíaAbruptly, a pull stirs within, peeling back every layer to reveal the raw terrain of your emotions. Memories surge-echoes of what once dominated, now striking with familiar intensity. Years of unspoken weight break free, pouring forth a torrent of m...
