the good and the bad
they're all i own
they keep me human
they hold me down
they both intertwine
mingling inside
black and white turns gray
nowhere it hide
it wears on my mind
and drags me down
and i cannot hide
when night turns day
a pressure, it grows
building inside
and it hurts, it hurts
it goes with lies
it lies to convince
that i am good
and the bad isn't there
just like it should
but of course, of course
that cannot exist
for if only good shows
the bad is just hid
for like black and white
one cannot exist
without its counterpart
in a swirled silver mist
where words good and bad
have no meaning
and asking for help
just means nothing
where words clatter and rumble
meaning all yet none
fighting for space in my emotions
and they are what you can't shun
but if you got rid of
one or the other
you would not be you
and your mind would wither
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
