If I disappear,
If I'm gone,
All you'll remember is a type of mirage.
You'll sentimentalize who I was, and every little moment we had.
Take away everything rotten
Forget the scars you saw
And all the times I cried.
You'd turn me into everything I'm not.
I don't have a safe place,
A second home,
But I also don't have many people close to me.
People I'm comfortable around,
Those I can be myself around,
I'm always, walking on eggshells.
I've started to just not care, and end up sounding stupid.
I think I got sidetracked.
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A Collection of My Old Poetry
PoesíaSo I decided I wanted to publish a bunch of my older poetry that I didn't want in my future publications but I didn't want it to go to waste so here it is! It does get dark at certain points, please know that I am okay! Many of these were written at...
