How could this happen?
I'm scared too...
There's something I'm not grasping.
What do I do?
Hiding, fighting, surviving...
I can't breathe in my own skin.
There's a me inside of me, continuously being locked in...
"I have no issues, no worries, not a care." I tell myself.
But I'm still scared...
Everyone is looking to me... Everyone relies on me...
If I fail, then it will really be the end.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
