Been on a rollercoaster,
Drifting through shit with no holdbacks.
No thoughts, no stress,
Just doing shit with no regrets.A pile of shit I was
But gladly I didn't smell like it,
So you frolicked with me
And thought I was the perfect kid.But...
Man's got demons,
Man's got issues,
Man battles every single time
Even as man's smiling with you.Such is the blessing of your ignorance,
We suffer in peace, doing it silently.
We don't let our cries for help get too loud
So the person next to us don't notice it.Yeah, we're fucked up like that.
©Sephace_
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On The Road
PoetryOn The Road is a compilation of poems inspired by the unending stories of life which entails both the good and bad and the exciting and depressing aspects of life. *Winner of The Coalition Summer Awards 2019 Poetry category*