Fight for me.
Hurt them.
Not me.
Not my self-esteem.
They're, ,circling like predictors.
Cause I'm their prey.
They want brake me and wash away my colours.
Just to make you make everything ok.
Need your help.
Can't fight this forever.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
Mind And Matter
PoetryThe mind is a place full of illusions and imaginations and with great thinkers comes a great world.
