How was I supposed to know?
How can I read your mind?
Constantly asking questions,
Not feeling like enough.
My only consoling thought...
'I'm scarred but tough.'
I'm over it.
All of it.
I'm done.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoesiaThe 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
