Fuck
I despise how I feel. There is no distraction from me. I am the distraction.
I'm who you go to when you don't want to hear.
When you don't want to see clearly.
When you don't want to feel clearly.
When you don't want to cry.
I can be insecure but I am the most spontaneous sin.
Covert, you try to cover me up, lock me down, drown me out, deny my existence.
But I leak out. I always leak.
I leak until I can't be held in your tank of lies and deceit.
In a funny way I am truth.
I am the words that hurt the most, the emotions evoked in moments of hate and disarray.
I am always around, lurking in the darkest crevice of your mind.
You try, try to drown me, but instead you can't breath.
Who am I?
YOU ARE READING
My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
