Entwined in a battle for identity,
Winning,
Loosing,
All the same,
Because no matter what I achieve,
Slips right out from under me,
At the end of the day.Forever slipping away...
You
Can't
Catch
SmokeA/N: You are free to interpret this however you wish. Poetry shouldn't have just one meaning.
Soundless_girl :)
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoésieIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20