I refuse to feel
what you say is real
the pain and agony
you say is reality
I deny it
I’m a misfit
I burn it to the ground
while it swirls around
in the maze you call my mind
there is no such thing as time
the shadows grow
telling me to go
to run to fly
to watch the real world disappear
but I just sit here
denying all fear
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Poems
PoésieSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
