Thoughts like twisters run through my mind
down to my eyes where they drop like dimes
I toke, a release to smoke
cliche of me, the joke
I am,
Its never easy to stand six two
on new sneaks, but blue
of flesh I’m freezing
and you look at me in admiration
Its hard for me to face it
what i need
and who I am
versus who I should be
what I want for myself
in comparison to what I really need.
More than often it is to be seen
selfish, attention, narcissist things i should leave
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Tears Are My Friends
PoesiaThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
